Lyrics:
get me some flour
Call me Courage The Dog but
I'm far from a coward
Bitch, my phone got reception and
I'm far from the towers
That weed you smokin' is
mentions
I tried to phone God but it's like
My nigga ain't got no reception
I really feel like letting some
Skeletons out of the wardrobe
Can I get
not Willy Wonka but this
Wocky' got me wonky had to pull up on lil'
Shawty in the Cullinan, the Tonky'
I can't hear what you sayin', no reception
Walkie
a bad radio station with no reception
As I sign off one last time then everything is all disconnected
In this life, my situations fading
As I take
Hypin' up the party
I want the best reception
For each and everybody
So when I hit stage
Show me love, don't be rude
And afterwards get my brother
Hypin' up the party
I want the best reception
For each and everybody
So when I hit stage
Show me love, don't be rude
And after wards get my brother
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I'm what you call a legend, dominance with Armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons,
Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder
Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
crap reception in my house
I have to stand in a certain spot in my kitchen or it cuts out
Yeah you know I was potty to even let myself allow it
I would
too true if you know what I mean
The reception is cool, so turn up the heat
Come on boys do some East Side Beat
Pick out the piece and make
Of all that it did to you
Adjusting your reception
A welcome self-correction
Make it quick, make it soon
Make it something I can do all by myself
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I'm what you call a legend, dominance with Armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons,
in li-ife
Hold an all-year-round reception
For a love with no connection
Knowing you, knowing my, ignorance to more than life
Know it's above
at reception, slightly disheveled
Ask for Jill
Ask for Jill
She'll run, she'll hide
When you try to confide
What you feel inside, what you feel inside
Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.
Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil.
We're losing reception. we can't pick up
and desperate.
Baby, I swear to god tonight I am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
Satellite is immaculate reception
Beaming in they can look and they can listen
So you see don't believe in the system
To legalize you or give you your
Hollywood looks good at night
The tvs get fine reception
But last night jean told steve
About her imminent conception
She wants a plum tree for
from you.
Been so long, to get the reception
Of your smile, I keep in view;
And all your love, and your sweet affection
Makes me feel, so close
Maybe I should let you
Come on and eat my brain
Theres an art to perception
So see it as you will
Can you adjust my reception
Just give me the lastest
Atell
Drunk off No-Doz and Tang hip
Hop's Krodos and Kang
Bad swerve through worm hole came
To co do our thang
Reception airlock open
Just got back from
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