Lyrics:
Heard it on the radio, oh
Said I know what I seen
Heard it on the radio, oh
This here wasn't meant to be
Heard it on the radio
Through the static it was
Well...you like to make love?
I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I said "you look so good, and your so
know, he's represented by a clarinet....
The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche.
He... what?
Can't make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm,
Mm, yeah
Oh, I don't wanna be famous
Money and cars, they just fade away
Oh, I don't wanna be famous
I just wanna be noticed by you, mm
Oh,
'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
I think it scares him when I speed
I told him buckle up and hug the seat your goin on a ride with me
Never mind the radio my musics what we hear in
him
Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live
I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it
Uh! So I get back to my desk
Slap the radio on and then
You'll get everything
in the world.
Knock on your door again.
Let's go out.
I wanna go with you.
But I'm a radio.
I'm here. You'll be my star.
I wanna go
association
Cuz we all know that your boy is associated
I know some killers and some pimps
I know women that strip
I know some niggas that only deal dope
'm back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
What is the turning to the radio of your heart
Broadcasting in the middle of the night
When I called, the line was always busy
You ever noticed that
sounds by Mr. R&B, turn up ya radio
cye yo this Dj Cmg Music Vic and your listenin' to
Them new sounds by Mr. R&B, turn up the radio
Hey yall this is
out on the club
Working late, it never stops
I'll be your electric shock
And with a song I'll have your heart unlocked
If I'm on the radio, radio
gears
Or run through a pothole at
Two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies
Cause then they'll be on it
See I know, when the harsh reality takes
pass the fire
Adversaries wanna relegate me
Watch me getting higher
Till da day I die
Never gonna re-ta-ya (retire)
As if I'm in a detox
Cause I keep
I wanna write a song that will break your heart
I want you to hear it and fall apart
I wanna be there when the tears fall from your eyes
I wanna see
Dripping, dripping it dey levitate
Without you I can’t concentrate
This feeling so strong, I can’t regulate
With your body like a chocolate
Maami let me be
written and composed by Tim McEwan Lars Halvor Jensen
I guess I oughta say
Your clothes have hit the street
Your car's been towed away
And oops, I
Feels something like summertime
Top down and nothin' but time
Radio's on and your by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days life
Rapping provides a new life
And I got an invitation
Get to a better place in it
That is the best graduation
One word could make you guilty by association
I
ready
Hey, frontin but you want me baby girl don't play
You want me to be yours, they all say the same
Ain't no diamond in the rough, I can see that
staying up and
Fucking texting you, when I shouldn't
I really wanna be something, but your
Pale eyes, no surprises
Coasting through these
Hard goodbyes
but for the money I make
And is it true that I must be out of place
Since pop radio likes me, I'm ignoring my race
And is it true what some people
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