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Nie muszę grać na PR, by zrealizować plan
Słyszysz te skillsy
Biatch? Mów mi młody Eric Young
Na haczyk nabijam rekiny i spijam z nich tran
Nie boję

call in sick
Take you on trip down to my propel strip
Girl why you wanna know a nigga star sign
I got chakra by the boat load, this could take time
They

Someone told me that you were the one
The one that lifted them up when they were all alone
It sounds right, yeah you did that for me
Lifted me up

next to you
While I'm sucking
Up all my fucking drool

Those blue eyes
Are so damn beautiful
And every song
On the radio

Turns into a ballad
About you

Any how this here Ennio
Y'all know how the story goes
Either flip-flop or its radio
But as long the money flows, i'm good
Coffee beans on the regular

Spirit House for the weekend
Gouda life, I'm cheesin
Big gas, lil wheezy (yeah)
Rent a slab for the weekend
Only bumping my shit in it
Window shakin'

Kris Queso
On yo radio
Fuck y'all uh
Yeah

Skin

The Rainmakers

Skin

(B. Walkenhorst)
Who am I, I don't know, I have no idea
When my friends look at me I wonder who they think they're seeing
Search me, layer by layer

tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You’re now tuning to GT radio
You already know how we do it ‘round here
No cap one more time Smerf, brrr
(Smerf, this yo beat?)

sing
With their voices, and their engines, and their pounding radios
It seems like round here, no one knows

CHORUS:
No one knows that there's more

Southside of the story
I guess we're doin' it wrong
Drivin' round the country in an old Chevrolet
Playing our favourite songs
 
Southside

behind
A gold chain's deadly
You gotta love live radio
Technical difficulties we're
Gonna go into one of our
Favourites here on Hard Rock FM rick
Astley,

she's pretty cute
And she gets me where I go,
 Yeah the coolers full and we have some tunes upon the radio
And we got as far as the tikie bar when

the stars align
We're just chasin' dreams losin' track of time

Got my Silverado parked by the old oak tree
Radio up playin' our favorite melodies
She's

And you Daddy’s gonna kill me
When he catches me
Ba da da da
I’ll get the money anyway I can come by
So you’ll never get your head turned again
The city was

release by Kahfooty, we came out with Green Stitches before
And he wants us to showcase his new album, here on Calabasas FM, and yeah I think that's it

These lyrics that sound like they were written by a child
I don't care! I'm happy I am dead!
I'm proud we're dead inside
Oh yeah! I'm glad we're all dead

to run from my mistakes, they catch up (catch up)

Heard a whisper to let it go
Buzzing through on a radio
Maybe it was you driving by

These wildfires are

pride 

Let it roll 


I’m surrounded by liars 

and thieves on the loose

Friends asking favors 

with tricks in their shoes 

Crawling through

my confusion 
and give me a break
no it ain't competition for radio play 
I'm done with all the glitter set the stage on fire 

if you're satisfied

Sun drenched roads and sweat soaked shirts remind me
Smell of the heat takes me back to days gone by
These lonely roads are rough and still I ride

what ya name isss
Wrote my number on a dolla, play the game biitch
Nik' airs, oh yeah, two-tone fly
Mark Mill' so real you know I
She blow by, but no hi

everything will be alright
If I just free my mind and bide my time
Even try to unwind
Yeah God can give sight to the blind
But can he open my eyes?
Separate my