Lyrics:
the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
the dial, portable Radio
I know I'm alive, so you can all go ride a bike
The airwaves don't lie
I listen to the radio, its better than the stereo
We
like we used to, used to
But I'm still in love with you
Wait
Wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house (house)
And see some bitch in your bed,
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses
To the untrained eye
It wouldn´t look suspicious
We, your dearest friends
Don´t really care if you have needs
Your hopes and dreams
Are trivial by your standards
We
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses
you
You got memories, but take it from me cause
She ain't nothin' like (ol' girl you used to know)
Shawty's doin' right by you
Maybe you should
in a late night kitchen's radio
And in a letter sent, and lists of what you know
And when you don't know anything, you make another one
It's good
on the way I should write
Oh God
Yeah, sounds like a nightmare, if you ask me
Yeah, went from my bedroom to the big leagues
You know how many times that I
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to break it wit me
You wear Gata, I
so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do
'Cause if I get
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do
'Cause if I get
Ronald Isley
I's a changed man, ain't no if, ands, or probablies
Niggas used to know me, they don't even recognize me
Yup, the P-5-D is who
the past
I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog
Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law
People call me the Picasso of paintin' the town
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
(I'd like to do a song now that was recoded by a pretty pearly country group known as The Beatles I know you heard them many times from the Grand Ole
decide what's wrong with me, yeah
I always used to let you say
But now I like to think out loud
You're runnin' with some different crowd
We both know
Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know
to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
As a rock when I strike target, verbal
Be screamin' on you like a drill sergeant, her-bals
Got me where I
chance to love you
I'm going to play it like a grown man or two
If I only got one shot to win you
Then call me Jordan, 4th quarter in '92
(I'm gonna do
to analyze even the cause of it
You're driving home late one night and on the radio
Comes an old familiar song you used to know so well
(you know a lot about
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