Lyrics:
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we
minutes six Minutes six
Minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
"Just a feeling I've got like
Something is about to happen
But I don't know what if that means what
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin'
Sentry with the waitress, with the apron and the bacon
Better run like hell boy and turn it up
So we can float away and reminice
Heaven is, hearing this
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
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
till the morning
Imma get the simp song over with
Lips like SZA
Taste like candy
Imma lil different
When I'm off they brandy
Shorty got taste
And she
Yea. Now we talking
Got a movement moving faster than often surrounded by solvent and carcinogens
My drive is like, drifting in a civic whip
Spitting
second, guided by Mr. Saadiq and Davis Way in the piano section
Now check it, this is The Isis Papers, Frances Cress Welsing, belting the memory banks with
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
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
doorstep like I sang Christmas carols
The Villy is Back
This is mine for the taking
Fuck ya federation
Let's speak mass education
Bring Lighting to a sword
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
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
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
die by mine)
Is this the new national anthem (America, you created a monster that refused to beat noise, the ? Is up)
Is this the new national anthem
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
And pockets say they all mine
No matter what type of danger may befall
If the price is right
All you gotta do is make the call
But don't be the enemy Saul
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