Lyrics:
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
My father was an Ulster man, proud
The sulphur's smell
Creatures of the absurd,
lost in mazes absurds
a thousand bodies a thousand free souls
Heaven on earth
Holy land to castaways
Existence burns within time by the black flame
As I see the dead man, of the void in the soul
Eyes can't see beyond the absurd
As I feel the nothing in
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
All i can think
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
To stand
Beam light beam beam beam light beam light beam beam beam light
You got light beamed by my product this is Mr stole your diamonds
I shine
Manipulation by the media
Flipping your brain waves like an encyclopaedia
You made the news, off the views, that is true
You bought them views, that's a fluke
Yeah
Man I been sick for like the past two weeks
So my voice might sound a little off
But
Alright listen
UUgh
Feeling kind a sick lately
Taking
sin
Beauty to him is not believed
For twas never felt, not once by he
Bliss, an even stranger word
Holy God to him is a thing absurd
It's a foggy
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the mix of it they say all live matter
Only because devalued black lives are the factor
The system isn't broken this is all by design
One group is labeled
God release me from this hold
Swear I just can't leave this man alone
This the realest shit I ever known
This the realest shit I ever wrote
When he
Believe Believe
Believe Believe Believe
It gets a little harder every time but
I Mix a lil baking with some white uh
Then regret till I feel alive
I'm
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
in a group
They sending me vlogs
Whats the bluetooth
Whats the real news
Whats there to do
Wasn't a fluke
Eyes in the back I'm seeing it through
Man
Anarchy lifted
Change is just eminent
Time is like innocence
Fruit of the essence
soul of The substance
Food for the function
(Its) Food an the fxck
Picture me rolling through west while I'm toting
Surrounded by junkies I got a feed em they
Hungry I'm tryna get my sister this money
Before she go
I can sing a song sung by sons that never won
Hmm a hearts thump
Dont know how to win
Im the unlucky kid
Stoned and dont make since
Boned to feel
Niggas say he won't smoke
Bring that shit to his door
If he played in LA
Bitch, you takin' his soul
With a stake to his face
He gon' give up the code
So
lips/
Can't be fooled by the ounces/
Never doubted/
That's whole another lick/
Shawty finna do a mad ting/
Not a sad ting/
when we ride through the bits/
mine.
I'm sorry it ain't chu.'
I'm sorry I ain't fluke.
I'm sorry I had to man up and do what I had to do.
I'm sorry that I was never a crash dummy, for
Man these streets cold ain’t no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can’t believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends
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