Lyrics:
blinded by the eclipse
Of me above all those that said I couldn't do it
How's this for proof? Don't misconstrue it
I been through the ringer, shout out
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
can dry her clothes out by the fire
And I swear I won't peek
I'll be wishin' the night would last forever
As I'm lookin' into her doe eyes
Ride back
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
And of course his Hunger Force is Aqua Teen by all means
Fuck a deal, signature is legible
I'm the reason why
WAYLON:
It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago
She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio
the way it's gone be
[Nelly]
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cause she heard I rock parties
Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
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
Singing “Mary don’t you weep now, Mary don’t you weep don’t you mourn”
The night is gone, Lady Day is on
And she’s right outside your door
Turn your radio
want everyone to just kick back and listen
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Day and Night
This the type of shit you play
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
the steps
Working through the night
I'm just head lights passing by
Listen to the radio
A melody we use to know
Remember how it was back then
Every word rang
I feel like I'm on a radio station right now
Blackfard Beats
All my life I've been tryna find answers to this shit
Every morning I wake up tryna see
Yeah, I like
Yeah
Aha
Aha
I like
Black, white, yellow
I ain't really got no type
If you tryna vibe, all through the night
Call me on that 079
Just
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
It was one of those nights when you drive
Right by your own street
And you wonder who's running
Your hands and your feet
And your car becomes
by Steve McClintock, Tim James, and Tim Heintz
c 1989 McJames Music BMI
All rights reserved
I felt so special!
Well, I just couldn't believe it
After all theses years I finally had a friend
He trimmed my beard
He scraped my hooves
knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
At the side
The radio's on, it's some jazzy 60s song
She makes him laugh out loud by trying to sing along
But how many years has it been since she was
gotta make it 'fore it all falls down, yeah
I want my flowers 'fore the lights go out
Wanna die on stage carried by the crowd, yeah
I'm a popstar waiting
right by, into my life
Had nowhere to hide
May our light keep shine so bright
I never want to end this night
Just let it go until the dawn comes
I
WAYLON:
It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago
She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio
Silhouettes animated
Created by the moonlight
Shining on our bedroom wall
Got nothing on but the radio playing
Over neighbors banging saying
Keep
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