Lyrics:
Outt riding just the other night
Out driving on a country road
My boyfriend and I. Squeezing tight
Everything ready to go
Radio blaring
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
Eddie never listened
To the songs on modern radio
Cos that shit's not art
Eddie was a rocker at heart
He was always more intrigued
By the words not
up in lights
Might not hear this on the radio but maybe that's alright
What good is fame or fortune if it keeps you up at night?
If I can't save
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
Coming in at night all the desert highways
Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios
Everyone talking, no-one listening
Well by now I
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
of the day
There's just one thing I can't lose
If you're by my side I'm better than alright
Baby, all I need is
You in the morning, you in the night
You
the night
Always getting tired of us
Calling for breakup
Fucking all night
Surrounded by people but always alone
Talking and talking with nothing to say
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'be's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow
Military personnel are mobilized and waiting orders
Despite the quiet and the deceptive calm, tension is still
thick in the air after last night's
Separated by highways and powerlines
Guess we all have our limits
Seems like we couldn't go the distance
You go your way
I'll go mine
Separated by highways
alright (yeah)
'be 's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?
wrong
When every day is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so
and the potions
So deep in this dark place in a wishing well
Gotta climb out now gotta do it by myself
Fuck everyone around I don't need no help
Turn around, turn
Back to the beach where we wasted our days
Back to the days when the radio played
The kind of songs that made us shake
We turn, turn it up
We turn,
You can take a chance on me
Roll down the window
Let the world fly by
Pick out a movie
VHS all night
We'll take my DMC
Back In Time
To 1985
cnd you
Stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6: 15 pm
These are the lucky ones, these are the
Dutifully employed
Most with their radios on as loud
As possible
night
What do you think about California
We could stay there all day if you wanna
If I'm by your side
Your hand in mine
We could walk the beach or stroll
as you take to the floor
Night riding fast through the city
Riding higher in the streets all around
Miles high the radio airwaves
Bring you music
keeps me kind
cnd we fight and we fight
Keep all the neighbours up at night
cnd I try and I try
But nothing seems to make it right
cnother drink
Summertime, you and me
Livin' wild n free
Singing every song on the radio
Driving down that old back road
We'd drive out by the lake
Drop down your
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