Lyrics:
For the morning light
The song on the radio, it used to make you cry
I only heard the last verse, then it passed me by
I asked you long ago, what
by yourself?
Know you got some memories
And tendencies
But baby, let the past go 'cause we 'bout to live it up tonight
Highway, sea sound
With you
freestyle
Yeah we took off to the beach
It's my fave place of freedom
Mama do you hear my song on the radio hit
I feel the bass is shaking me
Taking me
competition is summed
Up in one contender
I look him in the mirror every
Time that i go out
Count money by the lab in the grow house
Put my name on the show
might cut my wrist vertically
Absurdity, my skill is screaming bitch you shoulda heard of me
But radios can't understand my greatness non chalant it be
the same thing you're all used to playin'
Same style as Saddam Hussein is insane
Shock and awe, let me explain
Me and Z-Trip is to rock it to your brain
memory shall I do
I opened up the deepest of my inside
It was all I had left to give
To you.
Where did I go wrong with you
violence,
Silence is to give,
What it is to live:
cloud/allowed.
Turn up the silence,
Turn down the radio violence.
Turn up the dial,
Dial a quiet inquiry:
the excitement, yea
Prechorus:
I'm not gonna slow up, just turn the radio up
Louder now, louder now
I can't give her more love, but how can I ignore her
She can
I wanna sit by the fire
Candles on and electric gone
Body heat and a blanket
Wind up the radio, our song comes on
I know times are changing
But
mind
That’s what, he needs to do
We making it cool to squeeze and shoot
Loading up them 7.62s
And he gone squeez at me and you you
But He just hungry
a lost
But that's just 1 of many battle
Finally stepping up out them cages
With the luxury of saying while in was never rattled
Judged by accomplishments
Someone take me back to 1999
What I would give for one more night
Of feeling care free and living easy
If I could just go back in time...
I
like you and me were meant to meet
There’s so many other snappy lookers in the bar
I guess that the whiskey’s really doin’ its job
You kiss me like
the radio is making out that its a stake out
But then I might as well just be completely wrong
But ain't it kinda fishy how they're cutting out the cure
So
she is a groupie from the 70's
ain't no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris
Yo
You can label me as, the coolest mofucka you know
Nigga tryna get it right so i'm talking to God
And if we talking bout the Love i get that by
memory shall I do
I opened up the deepest of my inside
It was all I had left to give
To you.
Where did I go wrong with you
or between boy and girl
in art we have a choice to give others a voice
but still our children will be punished by the world
to think about the future makes me
from it all for a while
Don't hesitate to give me a call on the phone
I'm happy to be there when you're feeling alone
Baby I know how to break
through the night
You teach me how to take this gun apart
Standing by the river, I put it back together
I saw a sign telling me that I'm
Your
Forgotten dreams that have passed me by
We're standing still baby you and I
It doesn't seem that long ago
I don't know what's playing on my radio
It's no
Was playing on the radio
She said, let's stop the car and slow dance
Won't you just give me a chance?
He took her hand
And hoped she'd understand
Bad Boy 1: Give me a hand with this shit!
Bad Boy 2: Alright, let's do it. He's dead, ain't he?
Bad Boy 1: Anybody see you?
Bad Boy 2: Eh... I don't
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