Lyrics:
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
want you to behave
Do the same yeah they want zombies to double as slaves
Oblivious to you but the media's
Owned by a privileged few
Don't believe me
I
heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my
up
Waiting for it to let up, got my
Hands free making a tune (making a tune, making a tune)
Arrange the sounds I'm fed up
Making noise so I get up
Got
shit bumping, I'mma rep it till my last
I'm the present, I'm the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh
Always searching for their relevance, looking like
running in my mind like I'm chilling at home
My brain space is a mansion that Satan tries to hold
I'm wrestling blue zombies
Now I think it's time that I
no sweater
Heart on my sleeve while you beat that
Brain matter need that
Can’t let ‘em breach that
Get up
It’s these zombies all around me, I keep
feel so free
Gritty sediments of
the daily life
it poisons my head day by day
something similar
to a know quantity
distorts the pure
shape of our minds
love through the stereo)
We make love through the stereooooo
We make love through the stereo
Oh, we make love through the stereo
Turn my speakers up
can't disrupt the flow
My mind is infinite, and really intricate
If you ain't live with this shit don't tell me anything bitch
I really grew up with this,
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh-oh
Make me your radio (yeah, aha)
And turn me up when
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
On my tour bus
We get dumb high you's a floorboard
Fredo got a hangover he
away (hey)
Take my pain away (I can't take it)
[Chorus: x2]
Somebody just broke in my ride (ride)
Snatched up everything inside (inside)
Even
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
He was alive, he was electric
Became a legend as the years went by
He was a liar but I accept it I mean he was a legend in my own mind
We were
When I listen to my stereo
All I hear is a funky flow
It really makes me lose control
Bomfunk MC's in stereo, in stereo, in stereo
All I hear is
thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth,
Can't get out my zone, my money keep me where the beach is
I got more potential than you'll ever see
Walk it like you talk it and these girls make it easy
Caught feelings for me lil bit and I was kinda scared of that up in my mind
Truth is didn't know you well and I wasn't ready for it at the time
What I
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
mo-tel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ,
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