Lyrics:
into a murder scene
Climax 'til you airwave
Ex nigga keep you stressed out
Told me you just need a sexcape
You just do your little dance for me
You
on the airwaves, and videos too
Lost for words every time I'm roaming the streets
I see to some buy Brahman record cause he has fat beats
but HE AIN"T
straight, airwaves, find a rather newer places down
Stealing your hearts all across the land
Hot blood doing good, we're gonna load it with our friend
Next day there was I believing
That I could ride the airwaves too
Heaven knows what I was thinking
Didn't matter what I tried to do
So tell me what
the airwaves between the earth and moon, where satellites are sending visions down into your room
CHORUS
immer bestehen
Patte verdienen um sie danach zu zählen
Simple Mathematik, Digga, gar kein Problem, jaja
Fresh, so wie Airwaves
Nimm, was dir zusteht,
to co między nami
Patrzeć w twoje oczy
Nie wyskakuj z pretensjami
No bo spalisz wroty
Jestem fresh jak chuj stary
Nawet Airwaves sie zawstydził
Moja bibi
let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can change
I can change, I can
Brainwashed, radicalized, born to kill, born to die
Strategize and weaponize, enemy airwaves full of lies
So here we go again Mission: Detonation
that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine
Let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody
Through the airwaves, through the RCA
Three minutes at a time, it sure feels like
We were raised, we were raised
We were raised by the radio
And it
Could you feel me riding through the airwaves?
In all those yesterdays were you always hiding below?
No, I didn't know
I think we've loved a thousand
Idealized airwaves, their way of hacking my brain
The Dahmers of data
Scramble information and feed me a taste
Of monition, saturated waste
Holding
fell into a straight line
Always cutting corners
Trying to make a run at Golden State high
I'm a phoenix
Burning up the airwaves
Coming through your
On the ocean floor and havin' fun
Spinnin' tunes since 1961
Gettin' absolutely nothin' done
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Airwaves
Sound
This time I'm burning up the airwaves
Long distance signal, can you hear me?
No one will stop me here tonight
I, I know that it can hurt sometimes
I
So come on love, come on light
Slow down, make time
We are your children, runnin' in the back days
Riding on the airwaves of the mornin' news
