Search results for 'i told you so radio edit by keith urban' Page #6

I don't know, you debate

But I'll tell you what it really made me think though

It really made me think deep
If Shake kept escaping prison
Then

think I was a sell out
How I got them so invested
I make this so digestive
Do you ever count the seconds?
These moments pass us by
Do you ever count your

Urban
Pulled out on purpose ain't no aim I get to swinging
Got the racket and the tennis ooo like I'm Serena
I den did so and so and so, have u seen her

overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Whoa I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for

I lost my first record deal in ten months
Blinded by the light from
Let's run to redrum
Now I see it twenty twenty
Like Dateline, you can't rush in

You gotta, you gotta roll me one
She got a twin and I need the both of them
Streets can't hold me (ayy, ayy)
We're not friends, so please don't "bro"

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

drum
Wild like the Cannon fam
Dapper Dan when ever I step now
But I don't step down
Gma told me that I been blessed
So why stress now
This aint no lil

know when you're so damn tired in your house
But you can't sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases
I used to love temptin' fate, but now it's temptin' faces

Some Shit

Déjà Vu

It's a Beautiful Thing

1999

the face 
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate 
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes 
But Deja Vu got

"hate to say i told you so,
but the radio just blows"

we recorded
we recorded this down in the basement
you downloaded
for free, cause that's how it's

The Maritimes

Classified

Boy-Cott-In the Industry

or hockey
No urban radio, just country and pop beats
I'm tryna shake these stereotypes
So give me space please, let me air out my life
I don't even eat

Payback's a Mutha

King Tee

Having a 'T' Party

1991

away 
But you're about to get paid 
You told girls I was wack 

Shouldn't have did that brother 
Look, I'm King tee and my payback's a mother

you'd
Heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I've
Been feeling over you
But they said it really loud
They said it on the air 

On the radio

Young nigga 
Get ya racks up 
You fall down 
Get back up 
Let me know you ain't playing 
They going have to call 
Back up 
I'm by myself wit it 
But

On the Radio

Scooter Lee

By Request

1999

overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant

I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

Affordable Art

1984

'Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"

He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore

Radio Station

Run-D.M.C.

Tougher Than Leather

1988

'em
Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em
Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long
Jay, D, and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on
I always say

absence ‘ll turn you past-tensed
My focus is futuristic
I flow with no explicits
Radio won’t have to edit
Unlikely they let it spin
So I’m globe trottin’

edit you
I don't know what vegan Detroit vegetable Dr. Sebi diet infected you
To think that we share the same metrics or somehow I was less than you

Getting wavy shotting to these little chiefs
Smoking good Keith
I fucked your bitch before you licked her out
She pissed me off so I kicked her out
Now she

edit navigation bar

DOUBTIN' THOMAS
from THE PRAYER DRONE. by B.Slade

You own this

Edit

Bulk Edit

00:00 / 03:17



View the Full Digital Album

figured, son (yeah)
I don't think they hear you son (yeah)
Haha, drop a load on 'em

Now first but not least, you will respect Keith
Lay a nigga down

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what