Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is very hush-hush
Tonight the secret word is radio. R-A-D-I-O. Really
Really
They shootin' off bottle rockets
That's how
the lie every time you walk by
You ain't even try
Tell me where's the lie
Tell me where's the lie
Tell me where's the lie
I know you very well
I know you
Take it the back
See what they'll trade for that
Here she walk in
With her permed up a hair
And a hangover
From the time
She spent last night
With
the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June, unh
Times
Times
It's silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes and everybody still wants to fly
the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June, unh
Times
Times
It's silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes and everybody still wants to fly
left to care for what was left there
The very last man to live here left reminders of himself
LB made crude metal cutouts in whimsical shapes of rockets
get ya follows up
Gave my last fuck, had it bottled up
But from your view, your crew got bottles up
RIP
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
Yea, Yea
I'm trying to get through these long days
Just to get right back into these late nights
I get very enticed by the moonlight
Like I wanna try
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
My heart is ice housed inside my chest
Attic full of dreams
Every time i see you i'm such a mess
Oh you know what that means
You know what that
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, 9:00 a.M
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my life
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are okay with
Uh yea, yea, yea
The last time i’m finna doubt myself
Last i checked, did it by myself
Had a little help, but the pain was hell
6 whole days i stayed
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
the last time
Does it help when you know?
The last time you sat by him in Neyland
Before you were reminded how life is fleeting
The last time you took a trip
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
I'm so devious
The way I strike my keys Rocket League
Cause I'm a genius
Counter strike Diablo with a halo
Why so serious?
Modern warfare with
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
the Sweat and effort of
The cook or chef
The food is placed with purpose upon a plate, by another as a Finished product
The last stage of producing art is
a bit of that?
But in weather like this
You should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread
The hand stitches of time
Battling Lavinski versus
like a bit of that
But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread the hand stitches of time
Battling Levinsky
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