Lyrics:
Well I'm real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
You got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real real gone
On the radio
don't wanna wait until it's over
I don't wanna wait until it's gone
I can't wait until tomorrow
'Cause I been waiting for so long
So baby I'm coming
Radio
Back to the Future 2
Daniel Day Lewis
Sunsets
You know it when you see it
You know it when it's there
Like Michael Jackson Thriller
Like Farrah
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh-oh
Make me your radio (yeah, aha)
And turn me up when
Yoh bro, ever got so high men, you can't even feel your fingers
ever told you I hate Monday, damn I hate Monday
I got fired on a, on a fucking
Why does it have to be like that?
Baby, I am missing you
I want you by my side
And I hope you'll miss me too
Come back and stay
I think about you every
I bow my head as I hold you close
Coz we tune in to the radio
The saddest storm is coming our way
And the world could end tomorrow
It's now
you'll be in my dreams,
Baby this is unfair I wish that you were right here,
Why's it feeling like I'm just losing like I'm just losing control,
Feels
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D O dub
The American Dream
Ayo nephew, come up off them keys
Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies
You know what I'm
Is somebody else by your side?
Now tell me all of it, all of it, I wanna hear it all, tell me more. Come on baby.
Tell me now, what you did. Don't
Floating through the sky on a sleigh ride tonight
Baby
Kiss me under the mistletoe
Sit by the fire and pray to God it snows
All I need is you here with me
[Frank Tavares]
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Intro:
Radio: Black Velvet
Keemy Casanova: Well gotdamn baby why was you rushing me?
I just told you I was over there talking to Fred, shit.
Girl:
fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin'
I'm on the tech' and the night pass by
Wont get through this door how hard you try it
Barricade
are brighter, the jeans are tighter, the radio plays our song
Camp site, moon light, baby it's just right, kissin' you all night long
Camp site, moon
a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em
Mrs.Vlone , we not 44 no more
Baby, come home, I can't live without you, though
I know you livin' life, not thinkin' bout me twice
Livin' life every day,
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
my mind on it
Don't want you hearing me at my worst
I'll fuck the radio up
Don't want you sad, that far I know
Old
Think I should've thought this
me by the hour
By my blue collar
Woo, you're squeezin' me too tight
Oh, it's Friday night
Let's run tonight
'Til the morning light
Keep
me by the hour
By my blue collar
Woo, you're squeezin' me too tight
Oh, it's Friday night
Let's run tonight
'Til the morning light
Keep
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
find it open
Beaten bloody broken by this bitch I kinda shot
It was on and off I got in the way
I got god involved I got Tylenoled
Like how stupid I’m
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