Lyrics:
Think of me think of me
Think of me so think of me
Day or night when you try to sleep
With every breath that you try to breathe
And the wind that you
were kids
Do you remember late September on the flight line
We parked by the edge and slept all night underneath those shooting stars
Something about
And that’s where all the songs come from
And you’re never too old for something new, always somebody to play to
Even if you just play to the night
You like
go slow mo
- Go go slow mo
- This a song for the radio
- When you hear this
- OMO na wave oh oh l
Verse 1
- body like fine whine
- Baby got me moving
Risin' up, time to hit the road
Take the summer by storm
A one way ticket to anywhere at all
My baby's so sweet, she's excited like me
Everything we
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
the dog had fleas
Gave Tim two whites, he better use it wisely
Might as well change one of them to B
Translated by HIPHOPLE.com
And all she did was think of him and walk the floor
She'd lie there in her bed at night alone and cold
Until one day she joined the highway state patrol
and I lied
Forty five right by my side
On Heartbreak Blvd
Listen to sad songs as I cry
Said I'm fine but I lied
Haven't been right since that night
Im
city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few
city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few
starters, led by example
Who work harder? Ha ha ha, you kiddin right?
Every bing, catchin a flight
Emergency row, coach
Sittin up through the night
Can't
I'm sure all you want to know
Is that our song's playing on the radio at quarter past three
Seems like a good idea to me
And you call, so I answer
So for at least eight hours a day you'll have this record on
In the morning and at night in your room
And it's all through the afternoon you will be
to that
The bed by the studio sleep while I rap
I'll stop for a nap
Just stay for the night we can fuck in the studio
I got all night
I ain't been taking
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
watching drive-bys
Listening to the sad songs on the radio
It's a long way home
I feel like a reject from a freakshow
I'm kicking up the white trash from
Yeah, Bass baby, yuh
Ay, make a right by the chicken spot
Wait, look
Them niggas was clowns right
Told em to bow down twice
They don't like how that
Take me to your house and let me spend the night
Come on baby can I scoop for you
Oh mama I'll scoop for you
Dirty mama I wanna scoop for you
Tell me
vision fly by helicopters in the night
Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight
Straight from the bass the deep down low precision
High crime
By My Side
It's all right I'm not lost,
I've got a reading on the Southern Cross,
And I've been listening to the radio,
For signs of new life,
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