Lyrics:
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
for the rut that you in
I promise this ain’t accidental
I’ve studied the game to the letter just look where I’ve been
Down to hell and back
Found Miguel
shit makes you wanna suicide
Or grab a pitchfork and torch the financial shrines
I refuse to live in a world run by agencies
That ensure 'might is
And everyone thinks he died
Except a crazy girl with a secret lover who
Keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by
I've found instead
Down in Mary's land
Radio's playing a tune from the country
Fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge
Chilling with the guys on an m way ride
No one hundred twenty-five but we're cruising by
Not Kano but I know I'm made in the manor
Vibe all night
(Ron Laquan)
They Will not believe until the picture painted vividly
Wont edit in the credit even if yo name in history
I deal with it differently
I
Arranging cuffs and brick walls
When I ride through
Or my people will come and find you
Kindly remind you
Better yet Divine you
Help you meet your Maker
faces
Looking for somebody to replace you
Think I found a girl but she ain’t you
Wish I had the courage just to hate you
I hate you
She played me like
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
God made it
I want a girl so bad you'd think God dated her
Cause you know he created her
Thought I found one but Satan done put that self-hate in her
And everyone thinks he died
Except a crazy girl with a secret lover who
Keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by
Take my time, I'm forgetting you
In my mind, I'm fine I'll take it slow
Take my time, let's fuckin let it go
Play my song, it's on the radio
Take my
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
Because I gave you all I had and got the worst of you
By the way, I forgive you
After all, maybe I should thank you
For giving me what I've found
No More (Remastered Radio Edit by Rey Vercosa)
All that time I had with you
Despair and truth, is over
You’re never able to see me
Right at your
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
Hi, I'm the Prophet Obblonge
I'm better in every conceivable way than the tiny penis
Racist hate group member, fat fucking slob you are currently
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
knawing in brain is like a hunger it's insatiable
The ones that know
Only found it out by accident
Stabbing in the dark and somehow hit the facts within
the roof past the ceiling
Above all the clouds fuck the money what you making?
Nobody got the time cuz nobody got patience
Steady with the matrix I been
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
I've rewritten this lyric for the 3rd time
Found myself getting lost in the underlines
I prefer the cold of a winter night
It reminds me, that I
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