Lyrics:
friends and they knock off at six
I pull at five and walk about for a bit
Watch the world go by through an empty glass
And I know that won't be the last
friends and they knock off at six
I pull at five and walk about for a bit
Watch the world go by through an empty glass
And I know that won't be the last
change
Time passes by, the radio plays
On that lost and misty lover's lane
The sound of the night, the sound of the rain
And the beat of your heart
Get dressed at seven
Be up by nine
I'm up all night
These friends of mine
The needle drops
The stereo gives
Its never too late to learn how
your black luck now, baby.
You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
Everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
But they'll
didn't want me to make it
And so they rather hate it because they just can't fade it
Gang related, situated, now I'm back
This putos talkin' smack but I
lamps while shooting at stars
Now your credit is falling
Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes
The pundits on the radio won't leave it
Midnight in August
Hanging with my friends
Out 'til four, wake up at two
Then do it all again
Radios and crickets
Watch the meteors fly
sold my keys to get a ride
We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations
And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging
Like
the children's section of the library stacks
Sometimes you try to leave, but they keep driving you back
Besides, your friends are all here. They're in line
Skin color mocha chip
I get emotional just lookin'
At you laying here
Hand on your ass, whispering sweet nothings
But there's substance to my words
I
Break bread with my friends 2
More moves that's a m
I sat in the pen I lost
It all got it back again
It was me on induction wing
Induction pack with that
of lightning that salted our hills
now who are all these friends
they're all scattered like dry leaves
the radio says the are just deportees
now is this the best
you’ve got money everybody wants to be your friend
So they just pretend
Life looks so easy at the top of the tree
Inside they’re running scared the same
the malls we got
Bound to meet all yo' friends
At the local hot spots
Half the city roll on transit
Or old Honda Civics
And half the city brown yeah
That
a squad never trip just so hot
Tales of me riding in the OI
Can't even explain
How to reign, it's a cold game
Cries to my pops, B-Rock with a gold chain
Eat
There was a time not too far gone
When I was changed by just a song
On the radio and in my car
The pounding of an electric guitar
Then the time
Charlie drives a brand new Mercedes Benz
He's got another one just like it
Just like all his friends
His wife is playing tennis
And his kids are
account.
Maybe I need to refine how I conduct business.
Maybe I need to just take what's mine and say fuck forgiveness.
Maybe I need to write my own terms
on the factory radio
And the feelings I remember when I here that simple tune
Make me wonder if it really happened so
For we laughed and loved together till
too late for you
but maybe you can help me
go spread the word to your idiot friends
i could talk all day
and still no one would hear me
so i sit all
All of you ladies out there turn up your radio
Girls, I'm about to tell you something You may wanna know
You know things they're not always
What
and grew up
But I never changed much by God's grace
Friends and family kept in touch
When I moved to Tennessee
I sing my songs and travel 'round
I met
mister Cocker gonna play
Turnin' on the radio, Mary by my side
Suddenly I realised I'm just feelin allright
I step into arena, saw the clapping hands
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