Lyrics:
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That
Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That
knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio tells them first
So come on come on come on
Come
Come on come on come on
Come on
Come
the belt tractor
Still you felt my style's wind chill factor
In a pack of rappers, actual, natural disaster
Raps that go faster than wind speed
Tracks by
time
Well you took me for a real good ride
So drive on down the road and by the
Time that we are home
Maybe I'll begin to
Have a little fun
in heaven everyone loves you
in heaven nobody knows you
but I do
I dreamt I was a beautiful boy
sleeping in a womb of an animal
clutching
they don't know me
Rap star, rap star have you any tunes?
Yes sir, yes sir, 3 disks full
One for the radio and one for the states and one for
my peoples
Hichi kitu noma nakipenda kinapa rahaaaa
Once upon a time nyumbani kulikuwa na radio
Ndipo alipozaliwa slimsal if you already know
There goes little boy
to you
Drive-by love is good
Your face might change it's true
You're just misunderstood
My billboard bride
Won't be denied
Immortal plastic armour hide
My
I'm far away from what I've known
And there's static on the radio
Just a girl in a car on a lonely highway
I've been up and down this winding road
just getting started that's so funny
So funny
Stop making presumptions
Kill 'em by the bunches
Don't wanna take no lunches
Silly niggas be like
It's like I'm lost you see
Auctioning off my sanity
Damaging my relationships
Sorry I missed your call it seems
I'm not the boy I was yesterday
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe"
You know I like a whiskey
And mum, she likes a gin
Our little cousin's still too young
But maybe just a sip
And let's all enjoy the moment
Before
to be so blue and shiny
God, You oughtta see what's happened to her hiney
Her what? Her hiney
Man that thing is big enough to land a small plane
Cupid
Signed nigga
Don't You
Lose me
IM RcW BITCH
I talk Shit
I walk it
So Get lost quick
I love soft licks
Ima Boss bitch
That'll cost bitch
I'm
on desolation row
Reaping fruits that someone else has sown
And a prime time appearence on a television show
You know the sheep are ridden with disease
And i'm
knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio
tells them first
So come on, come on, come on, come
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come
of hope for the artists
Their caves, which the trains never can reach,
So I go by foot
Rainbows in the sewer rising just like me
I'll live in the hollows
Nostalgia mixed with a little bit of bitterness
So I don't wanna say no regrets, just for the sake of saying it
I know this chapter ain't over yet, but I'll
they turn around and go
And leave her by her radio
She didn't love 'em anyway
Not like she loves the men who play
[Chorus]
She's there at every
to fall asleep
So she could be with him in her dreams
Because everybody knows time's all she needs
But he couldn't find the time for Sweet Marie
And just
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
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