Lyrics:
to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my
a grenade for ya, I'd do anything for ya, and you keep tryna leave, I'd jump out a plane for ya, stand in front Of a train for ya, I got tats on my sleeves,
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
let down
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll
I'v had a hell of a week this whole last day
Troubadours like me've got lots to say
Writing the songs that keep the country goin
My dog he died
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in
didn't plan this shit
I should probably go back and edit this shit, but fuck that shit
I'll just keep on going and tell you what I have to say
Alright, so
destruction you accelerate
My dearest radio, if you keep altering attention
Your depictions will externalize
We're feeling down today. It's getting harder
destruction you accelerate
My dearest radio, if you keep altering attention
Your depictions will externalize
We’re feeling down today. It’s getting harder
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
you just look jaded, coz I dare say it
I don't care if they dismay, if they slay
If they pay no credit, no radio edit
Call me a medic coz I'm ill
You
niggas hands speak love and hate like Radio Raheem
Hard escaping this dream
Created by cream
Sedating these fiends
Their whole reality's a fallacy where
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
crew, smoke the gas everyday
Post up, edit nothin', play my playlists everyday When I do it, radio station goin' so crazy
Fuck the dark chaos, fuck
YOU WERE A STOP WATCH BABY
WE’D BE FROZEN IN TIME
IF YOU WERE A SONG ON THE RADIO
I’D BE CALLING THE DJ, TELL HIM KEEP PRESSING REWIND
IF YOU WERE
There's an island in the misty night
Little platform by the track
I dreamed I saw a light for me
A face, a place so right for me
That I'd never think
to worse keep this on the hush, uh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
I keep it stuck
and Malik
I like to keep my raps reflective I’ll just call them metallic
That bomboclat ting, bang mate
I’m calling it a bomboclat ting, d’ya get me fam
Bruv,
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
D-d-d-diamonds in my rearview and I still can see them glisten
D-d-d-diamonds in my rearview and I still can see them glisten
D-d-d-diamonds in my
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
before
Radio edit: Babe we’re more messed up then we ever have been before)
Open the window let the smoke out, yeah we’re both taking it hard
It’s
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