Lyrics:
Oh Rodney won't you play this song tonight?
O radio can you save my soul tonight?
Cause we saw you standing there
Please don't deny it
Waiting
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
last forever
Take my hand let's stay forever
Hear Rancid on the radio
We'll spend the night and dance away together
These memories will never fade
We're
roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
Sobotnia letnia noc
Cichutko radio gra
Gdy nagle leci coś
Co słyszę pierwszy raz
Naciskam rec i play
Kaseta poszła w ruch
Podkręcam głośność i
Let's
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One
paint the town
Ooh, you're good
These are my dancin' shoes
We paint the town
Ooh, you're good
Thought I would dance with you
Might get loud (ayy)
Ayo, Step 1
Back tf up while addressing
The best one, check son, I'm the next one
Go dust my crown & do ya dance, stick to jestin'
I stay shittin
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms
You might be hundreds or more
after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
We'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms
You might be hundreds
Part 1:
Bedrock, Bones McQueen
Triforce, let's do it!
Back in the day when I had nothing to say
Max and me would cook DMT lamenting celibate fate
topic
And your shorty still gon' drop it
Too much racks can't fit in my pocket
Let's hit the bank let's make a deposit
I make her dance let's Tik it Tok
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
and I can be (Let's go)
Feel like I'm overseas (I am) but I still feel the heat (Goddamn)
Dancing shifting feet (I dance) I'm a lil too upbeat (Oh man)
Annie, I owe you a dance.
Don't the years fly by in the blink of an eye,
Yeah loves, I've had a few.
I've been a million places and I've seen a million
will tell you
They made it by selling souls
Then bitter spitters split hairs
Compare it to rock n roll
But honestly all the same
When under station
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