Lyrics:
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
The only thing we got.
Everyone said that you were goin to change,
but when 2-1 came, you were still in the game.
'92s new version of Bonny and Clyde,
at a quarter to ten it was the same old thing all over again
I was doin bad my future was bleek
I'd rather play games than eat or sleep until one day, this guy
The definition is Pain
But that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, I catch'em
One at a Time
Coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin
no escaping the thing that is making it's home in your radio.
Bless this tiny alley
We have fallen from tall buildings
We have fallen through
country no need to give it to me
I said man-oh-man
Where'd the good times go?
Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio
So I sang
singing
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
For even thinking
That's what you are
Still on the road
That's where I see you
Stop at a lay by
And lightly sleeping
know could make a whole new world
Man... listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition
Your propaganda, crooked type of version
Some of the things I
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
to say it all
But the man I love is falling short
From warrior to a silent sting
And this display is an undignified version of love
Withheld by back
and drove away
Then I turned my radio on
And did 50 all the way home
I pulled up in the driveway
Hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around
fret
This thing will go by if we just give it some time
Don't get into that mindset
Don't give up like I said
This thing will be gone for the rest
with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best
TV
Christmas memories
Curled up by the fireside
While a storm blows wild outside
Friends and loved ones dropping by
For Christmas memories
Christmas
they ass
Runnin' to the radio
And the tv issues and views
Shaped by one sided news
Got us like
Planet of the apes
Under cds and tapes
Preachy
mentality fueled by possibility
Brick by brick. Foundation of the new me
Version thirty-four better than version one
I hope to see version eighty for all is
How does a band turn into such a thing
If I had a hand what would you say about
What's in my face
That warrants all this sass
And to have a band
version of one
Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing
Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress. The black box will reveal only this
I will sit.
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
chest
Draw me into my grave
I'm damaged by the poison that I crave
The thoughts in my head
The monsters you fed
The things that I fear when I lie in my
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
'Cause I don't have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side
Right here
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