Lyrics:
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
D-d-d-diamonds in my rearview and I still can see them glisten
D-d-d-diamonds in my rearview and I still can see them glisten
D-d-d-diamonds in my
stables
Signed to Rawkus
I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious
Callin' all bomb threats
Radio re-activated, caress
Under hella-ified missile
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
before
Radio edit: Babe we’re more messed up then we ever have been before)
Open the window let the smoke out, yeah we’re both taking it hard
It’s
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
truly as fake as your edit's
Fuck it, I said it
Just 'cause we're talking don't
Mean we're communicating
That's the problem, feelings like autumn
I keep
Lighter square freestyle the tale I'ma tell later
Hike to the thin red line that's Sheridan
By the time my name dries waitin' for the train here it is
Un-education equals nothing but World War III
I'm getting off-topic
The problem is musicians can protect self-image
By conforming to others beliefs and
Stick
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radio
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just Keep it
pass the fire
Adversaries wanna relegate me
Watch me getting higher
Till da day I die
Never gonna re-ta-ya (retire)
As if I'm in a detox
Cause I keep
I think about it, that's kind of half-and half
If a nigga asked you for the strap, why would you keep it in the stash?
If you ran the world, we'd
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
me
She should have a degree by now
She say that D got her three semesters behind
She say that D got her three semesters behind
Shawty hit me when
played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher
The radio emergency bulletins and
Everywhere wind
You took the train down to Terra Haute, Indiana
Visit family, your childhood home
Give your mother her
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
(kinky friedman, roger friedman)
He was just an old-time preacher on the ol' time radio
But they never learn to listen till they lived enough
the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?
Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?
How many yez got?
see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just
hands
Unless my girl's askin' for that
Beautiful, she'd leave you in a trance
But she's mine
Beats die when I rhyme on mics
I had to slow it down for
stance switches
I told 'em radio edit
If you want the shit I've got, you'd have to get it on credit or dead it
Fucking bet it on black
I used to jack
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