Lyrics:
hearing it on the radio but then you never know
So baby if you want
You can sing along
But this ain't no love song
I couldn't sleep last night
But
might guess
Baby you can free me
All in the power of
Your sweet tenderness
I can see it in your eyes
You've got those bright baby blues
You don't see
pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike,
Let the moon light lead the way,
Stay off the main roads, crank the radio,
Let it play all our cares away,
And if you want I can take you home,
don't wanna wait until it's over
I don't wanna wait until it's gone
I can't wait until tomorrow
'Cause I been waiting for so long
So baby I'm coming
I'm out on the highway, just about a mile away
Meet me out in the driveway
I'm gonna be there soon
I'll swing by and pick you up
Don't bother
every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my
thing
I was hoping you might guess
Baby you can free me
All in the power of your sweet tenderness
I can see it in your eyes
You've got those bright
it couldn't last
Jojo left his home in Tugson, Arizona
For some Californian grass
Get back
Get back
Get back
To where you once belonged
Sweet
your moonlight mile
I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm riding down you moonlight mile
Let it go now, come
hey Jude refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Now you know that's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
explosions, they chopped out the edit
Tell me do you remember, or would you rather forget it
It's the sixth-Earth parellel world Armageddon
Bandz
Ooo you
Would you believe that?
If you believe that?
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let's get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
All Hit Radio!
Alright, you're listening to All Hit Radio
And it's 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour
And right now on our all request line
little self on over
Get a little closer you can play my radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
you up
It's when you realize you're in Heaven like how'd you get there?
Baby what you doin' in this chair? Couldn't let you sit there
You need help,
roll station
It was alright (it was alright)
Hey baby, you know it was alright (it was alright)
Jenny said
When she was just about five years old
roll station
It was alright (it was alright)
Hey baby, you know it was alright (it was alright)
Jenny said
When she was just about five years old
to mean somethin'
Now every other one is just mean
Rather than reminisce I'm telling you this
It's time for a brand new scene
[Chorus]
Everybody's
roll station
It was alright (it was alright)
Hey baby, you know it was alright (it was alright)
Jenny said
When she was just about five years old
yeah
Baby, let's go, take a dirt road
Kick it back, find a good song on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
and stop your rushing
I can be your dream girl, baby
iPhone ringing, boss is screaming
On the TV, news streaming
It means nothing to you though
You tune it
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