Lyrics:
Would you believe that?
If you believe that?
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let's get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls
be good and don't be chasin'
All those pretty women that you know
And by the way if you see barbara walker
Tell her that I said "hello."
of the sound of the crowd
Back to back and minute by minute
Those records keep playing my feet ain't gonna quit
I love my radio I need my radio
Doing it right
filling up my head by being quiet
And I, can't keep denying
That all I get from you is
Radio silence
Radio silence
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dying
But
What's wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissing him too
I should of knew better than to listen to you
You fucking sissy
Up on stage
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry
Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out-rap
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
the town is wild,
Now the radio jocks want to clown my style,
I raised too many rappers you support,
Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too $hort,
Fuck all
the radio and ride
Just ride
Well my girl started laughing
When I asked her about who did she call
She said you're jealous eyes they ain't justified
They're
grammar
Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn
The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s
Equipped with radios
The system is fraud
the town is wild,
Now the radio jocks want to clown my style,
I raised too many rappers you support,
Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too $hort,
Fuck all
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
along, made right my wrong
You rubbed my lamp and you set me free"
He said, "You used one wish, and you got two left
Aladdin, tell me what's it gonna
at night
Helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
got to demostrate, (come on)
They're gonna have to wait ('till we get it right)
Radio stations I question their playlists
They call themselves black.
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
The time has come to tell you
Of the tale of Mary Drew
Who buried sixteen husbands by the
Age of twenty two
Some say that she's a monster
The evil
my body, gotta cover up your name
Turn up the radio, turn up the radio
You got me high as fuck and dropped me right on my face
If your love is a drug
Jenny said, when she was just five years old
There was nothin' happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothin' goin' down
Jenny said, when she was just five years old
There was nothin' happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothin' goin' down
The residual echoes from the giant explosion
Where they said it beginned
The germs from space!
The negative-virus knit-wear
The blobulent suit
That's right
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