Lyrics:
guidance
By any means what you mean bigger than prophets
Bigger than the honest bigger than pawn switch
Bigger than the biggest billionaires who aint honest
the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
jeans now
If u touch that skateboard again
You will be shot.
Verse 1
I lost my patience listening to radio stations
Program directors destroying
turned off the radio (radio, radio)
I turned off the radio
(radio, radio)
Yeah (Drumma Battalion) radio
Step into the party thinking what
The hell we
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
Ayy ayy, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop it radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you!
Ya'll don't wanna lose again
Lot of people here felt
Tonight like
thoughts
Thinking of you, dreaming of us
Put the radio on put the radio on (yes, yes)
I don't wanna know I'm wrong
I don't wanna know I'm wrong
Put
turn and think that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
I'm a bad bitch no caption no edit
I'm manifesting what I want I stack it up and add it
You can't one up on the queen gottem feening like an addict
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
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