Lyrics:
We all live on an idle TV show
Get turned on by sex on the radio
Yeah it's low
Now she walks and talks like everybody else
Loses control and she
here, man
Take 'em to the zoo
To the L.A. Zoo, take these *** to the L.A. Zoo
Yeah *** 'bout to get ape *** crazy in here
One time, dig this
I need
and Christmas, this can't be right
Yeah, you heard the track I did, man, "This Can't Be Life"
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason
take it slow
I know we've come so far
But baby, baby we've got so far to go
Ah yeah, hey yeah, uh-huh
Hey old friend together
Side by side
forget it
Bitch suck my (dick) that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fucking
long but the years will fly right by
We'll never be as young as we are tonight
Baby, ain't that right? Yeah
'Cause I'm stuck on you, you're stuck
at all
Then one mornin' on a Detroit station
Couldn't believe what she heard at all
She started shakin' to that fine fine music
Yeah, her life was
threw my pole (yeah, that's where I threw that pole)
Down by the river (that river)
Yeah, that's where I took his soul (yeah, I took a nigga soul)
You
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
On the F L you T E yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, I messed up
It's aight, man, go on and blow!
Watch it asshole!!!
Damn, where is she? Shoulda been here by
year-olds here getting started
This that one you can play in the car
Without having to turn the swears down
You don't need a radio edit
This is the radio
long
-Sir, I 'm not so dumb
‘know something ‘s wrong”
You say you need a radio edit
Well, I’m gonna think about it
You say you need a radio edit
Well, I damn sure do
Yeah, I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Leon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So when
I run a comb through my hair and step out in the street
And the city's the color of flame in the midsummer heat, oh yeah
Jennifer's got her daddy's
of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say
Yeah
Yeah, right
Pretty good, huh
Huh
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this
"The good times can be a trap"
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab
Yeah, um
I might die
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Yeah, nigga, every time I pick up
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
respected by the artist I was listening
To, but not no more, them days are history
Skip the red carpet, you lookin' for me?
Oh God (yeah)
You might
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
town, shine the old truck up
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a couple Rocky Tops
Then ease on out your way
Your place around eight o'clock
Well, I
to light the stairs
Where my dreams await someone to share
Oh, there's music on the radio
And good vibrations won't let me go
I put my name on the ceilin'
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah
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