Lyrics:
spread,
But we're still gliding deep into the red,
The radio is dead
Every valve blown open.
The radar screen flicks monochrome,
Air traffic controller
I've tried
At the hotel I met you for a drink
And after two or three you were all over me, all over me
Oh, and I know red's your favourite colour
know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight
They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled
They
forget it
Bitch suck my (dick) that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fucking
get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, Heckler'll send 'em three
But, I got a Tech that'll get a G
To drop
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
on the next flight out"
He said "ticket on the next flight out?!?
This is nineteen hundred n' thirteen.
Why the Wright brothers haven't even started
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
cuisine that's foreign
Still want a taste of that Rachel Ray
If you can guess the colour of my panties I'll fuck you
I'm like okay Red and she goes they're
Up by the road a daffodil grows
And up in that tree is a lavender rose
Smell the orange blossoms, the lemon, and lime
And I'll show you heaven if
Saturday morning is fading
The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand
My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again
We were love drunk, waiting
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
the difference is what you can hold on to
versus what holds on to you,
red right, white left,
this here is a snake skin song
that represents a symbol of my
yo my bro locked in the
Pen and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars
God is my witness
This is the first time
on the level, I got talent you can't measure
If my fuckin' words a jewel, then this loose leaf is my treasure
Act One, Aitchison, all boys school, son you think
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I'm
better check my French
Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka
Im makin' moves check my
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
This more than anything else is why I have deigned to grace this final battle with my Imperial presence, even against the advice of the Grand Vizier
through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
We steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with the birds
Have
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