Lyrics:
And scrub them down with Georgia red sand...
I hated it, you know, now I really I miss it
Staring in my TV till the broadcast ends
Course I had it bad, not
on the I.V
Outside is eire, tell me if you hear me
If anyone out there beware
The last broadcast, we live on the air
That we ain't gonna make it back home
sister station, on cue insipid patrons soft-shoe
We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses
With more no's and less yes's
Recon in war
the sa sa swollen thrums
I'm a broadcast, yo a brother I'm a bast ya isle
It's the Boy Scout, doin the desk
Now I got the broadcast to represent
I'm lettin
[Verse 3:]
don't let the god blast
Here with the math illegal broadcast
Spit something way outta line an make ya car crash
Rhymes comin fast like
when the lawless make laws
The scourge somehow rose to the top
As the media enthrones their chosen regime
They'll broadcast it live to the generation
down a spiral
My brain will broadcast now the end of disaster
In your complection I see it clear
Will I escape from the monster within?
One light can
I'm never too much
Eventually you'll need it
Then we can record
Broadcast live stream it
(We can record
Broadcast live stream it)
Fuck with a queer if
a commercial
Broadcast info Earthly and Universal
Eternal vibration going round in a circle, a circle
Eternal vibration going round in a circle
Broadcast info
not broadcast it
Don't be like a hypocrite
But let those deeds
Be done in secret
How secret? (Very secret)
Do not let your left hand know
What your
take this burden
I pray for my soul to this day
Faster and faster I go down a spiral
My brain will broadcast now the end of disaster
In your complection
This is a new study of hatred disgorged
A live broadcast of mortal affliction
A human torture experiment, broadcast to the masses
Streaming live on this
What's that shade being that gave me such a fright
Confirmed by Thunder Strikes
On some messed up late night broadcast show
And for every love you
la slitta
Per portare tanti regali,
Doni speciali
E la mattina mi sveglia un clima di festa
Il profumo di cannella nella testa
E apro un broadcast
E
to think outside the box
When the broadcast’s on around the clock
This one perspective's all I need
Maybe I should take a good look at myself
But I'd much
there anyone out there listening?
I need someone to come and save me
Is this broadcast transmissioning?
Can you hear me can you hear me now
Is there
fresh on the clock
I can't tell you how my whole city doing bad
But its nothing on the news that they broadcast
So I'm switching up the forecast
Houston we are going down in flames
One last broadcast! on the CB radio
And I sure as hell hope someone is listening
We can sit and cry and whine
Or we can
come up
You know
Broadcast when I fuck it up too
I want you
To see what I see
What you doing to me
How I get here again
I do to myself
O-ccasionally
But
my heart
Broadcast to my head
Be the light or be the mirror
Everything starts with...
Everything starts with a dream
I have a little book
And I write
got is just a throw away
This is for the ones who put in work and never broadcast
Baby Ru keep 2 he down shoot he let off all that
When he cock it back
the back door of your drug store
Flip the S in words to get sword
I see the future in the past in the present in this hash
Blood moon broadcast reinventing
got my elbows on the windowsill
And at the top
I wish I was Kimber Shoop from Broadcast News
I still got the Lord
I got my baby blues
about it on the Hit Parade
I've got, I've got to keep my radio on
I want, I want to hear how things have gone
Broadcast over the pirate airwaves dem
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