Lyrics:
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
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
at
[Chorus:]
[Nate Dogg]
Ridin' in my car
And im listening to the radio
Im listening to a sad girl sang
Sangin about how she got her heart broke
She was reaching
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
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
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
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
Desert Kites: Something Dark (Radio Edit) Lyrics.
A winters day, far away
In space and time
So long ago, I should let it go
I think about it all
socialise
and the media we're conditioned by
but i bare in mind, I'm not hypnotised
I cant lie, with me is where the real blame lies
dont want to be
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
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
better fuck with me now
Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be
Yeah yeah, come fuck with me, I'm going places that you'd like to
I
super dick
It's a ah nut, then I be ghost
You got ta be clean everything not gross
I bust a ill style that your ears are not used to
Beat nuts make
say, I got it, I'll give it
But praise for the days when I used to be tramp
And had to freeload of my Earth's food stamps
Til I stopped, paused, start
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
higher than the Motor City crime rate
"Grrah, grrah ta ta tah..."
"Shut up, nigga"
"Y'all niggas not ready for this next verse though..."
"Heh, oh really,
a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
nas-ta-wi a-pa-rat,
Bo sfru-nê-³y siê ptasz-ki dla od-by-cia na-rad:
Po pier-wsze w..spra-wie,
Co œwi-tem pisz-czy w..tra-wie?
Po dru-gie gdzie siê
And till I die, till I crash
Imma live it to the last
Cause when the sun rises my time will be long past
Carpe diem
By now I grew up tall
From the floor up
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
'Cause everybody judge you, love to change the intent
Internet got no chill, nobody know how it feel to be an artist
Look, nigga this some marvelous shit
Streetlights set to flickering
Street signs look like Greek to me
Ta ta to anxiety
Time to cut these teeth
I'm a goddamn king
Got your cake
there?)
Nothin', ah, nothin' (they happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bear claw?)
Ah iIf you don't have one, I got ta gaffle ya)
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