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mustang roarin' down the lane
I see her red hair streamin', I know this game.
Radio blasting just as high as it can, a siren call for a willing man.
I raced

myself
You always make me want to call for help
You cry for help to be friends with me again
Then regret it, then I'll leave you on read
I don't wanna go

to better days,make the kush dey burn
By gods grace we go reach there
Where grace carry you money nor reach there
But incase you don't know
Have been a G all

and lock your briefcase
We hate what we know, radio heads
Thieves take
We lay you in your burial bed so please stay or please play harmonica melodies 
Press

Telephone, just in case you don't hear it from me
In my mind I'm an old droning machine
Take the day, take the week, you carry yourself
Well enough,

I gotta pay. So you can have it all if you leave the studio. I just need a place that I can have that I can feel at home. A way that I can serve

Calming all the voices, call it meditative excellence
I have buried bodies in my backyard, the re-cement
How could I forgive you for not selling the extra

have been number 1 to me 
If it isn't life or death never call the police 
They treat your ass rough put you in handcuffs 
You regretting the bluff

Beep Beep

Timbaland & Magoo

Welcome to Our World [Clean]

1997

on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by

to the kitchen
Pouring all my love in here
Let me finish
Clock on the wall
Hit the end when you call
Like ion have day time minutes
I don't wanna speak

chat
You running game in your city you have fans by the neck
But they gon fiend for this wisdom like its straight off of crack
Only raw pure intentions

you could have it back
War wounds, got a thousand shooters in my habitat
You can't see the vision like a cataract
I just left space
She was talking

me, what's the point in trying?
You're who i want but you don't care that i am drowning

Missing you is the hardest thing to do
I turn on the radio but

When I go to heaven, I'll bring my phone
So you can call me when you feel alone
I've been searching for so long
Now that I have it, it's gone
Out

need ice
One for my baby, two for my g guys
On the radio you don’t seem like the sweet type
But when you off the air, you see fantasies like
Baby hold

baby
Grinding in it while I penetrate
Each and every inch off in that pussy, baby
, I know you feel it, babe

By the way you make them sexy faces
When I

the grind, don't let time pass you by
We looking to the sky, this is do or die
OC Royalty, baby we put it down
I'm handsome, young, gifted and brown
Not

Ooohhh i just need a soul to touch 
Want some on-call company 

Need a body to knock these walls down 
Gettin cabin fever
Slip me a new high, you can

And you don't hear me played on radio airwaves
Twin got two straps on him like a pair of Air Rays
The 40 seem like oil shank, get your hair sprayed
I'm

Run to hospital gift store as fast as I can but
They only have a disposable one with "it's a boy"
Not sure what gender it is but I don't have a choice

to release a full list
But I don't have the time
What a brilliant lie applied to every situation under the sky
We obsess that we're too busy to read
So we put

But Ive been there thru my actions i guess it wasn’t clear 
It’s feeling radio active and you still feelin scared 
Forgot bout all of this actin now you

of radio has been appreciated
Ones in the evening earlier or later
Me, just a student, call me Ivan
Walking along the main street of the city
Yes,

on the microphone
we're making one hit jam wey dey bang for the stereo
you go hear am for radio
and you go see am for TV oh oh oh
but all these things, all these