Lyrics:
killed the radio star
I got the talking blues
Talking blues is easy to do
All you gotta do is rhyme a line or two
Rhyme a line or two and then
You
tryna
Nelly: why'all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out
Man: I know, I thankful for that man
Nelly: Bouncin and shit
Nelly: Gotta
hoes like Santa
Everywhere I go they say that I’m the Man yeah
Throw a Christmas Eve party in a phantom
From way up in Alaska down Atlanta
I got hoes
ain't with these streets, it's my head tonight
I gotta get right, before I lose my patience
Hoping to find peace, flipping through these radio stations
I
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
of radio, chillin', surfin' waves
In the net, I'm like a swish; this a perfect Jay
But I just want that Courtney love before I Kurt Cobain; bang!
Nevermind my
within why reserve it
Never ceased to be genuine i deserve it
Gotta eat so im digging in and im serving
It aint easy but im questioning whats my purpose
The morning sun appeared and set the stage
Adam arose to find Eve and there she lay
With a butterfly in the palm of her hand
With wonders of how
Breeze slipping through the window screen
In the backyard in my bare feet
Country music from a radio beam
Adam swinging out in the yard
I remember when he
By the man upstairs
Good vibes in the air
Cant fade her
The negativity wont bait her
She chasin dreams
Everyday she wake up
Cant stop for no one
She
Guess I'm getting old, man: fuck that sucks
Bo Burnham got a grammy nom, but here I am stuck
Not inside, per se, but been held in a way
Can't escape
Who I
I be the guy
That be getting hella high
Hella bitches in my ride
Wanna ride
Gotta play by code
Gotta do what you told
Never say what
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!
When you gonna be a star
When you gonna make it big
When you gonna have a radio hit
When you gonna give up on this pipe dream shit
We ain’t done
No,
implants, call that an asset
'Cause you could set a glass on it, it's massive
From the first time I saw you, I actually
Said to myself: "I gotta meet her"
My bitch, she's like a sour patch, I love her then I hate the hoe
How the fuck we end up on the news before the radio
Brody said he gotta play for
“Man chill
You need to focus on drivin' before you get us in a accident
Man relax a bit”
Malcolm: “Easy for you to say, I'm on parole
So we gotta get
--I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got
like Barnacle Boy liver
But shit, I gotta get drunk somehow
I look at it, like, man you know I'm finna
Man you know I gotta
Pride, confidence, bitches
If you ready we can roll
If you ready we could
Oh why
I get this feelin every time u strolling by
Ahh aww man goddam
Oh me oh my
Down to earth but
the radio
Whooa whoooooa
From the radio
Whooa whoooooa
Can't have you runnin in and out of my life
And as long as it's a 1 and 2 I need you by my side
I
with my old man mind
Inside a young man's body, third eye, third leg, bitch don't stand by me
These are not Versace
They still pulled up on my Drake
James Brown said it
This is a mans world
Cant have Eve without Adam
This is a mans world
Got da whole world on my shoulders
This is a mans world
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