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Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old
Brown
Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
of another
There's no frogs in the water
Baby can you see
And to wrap it up
I guess I just pity me
Telling our business
Wrapping your hands
Around my throat
trying to stack me like five for five
Bi*** that's a ten by the end of July
Fu** all the splurging its back to the grind
She say that I'm bae
Think she
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
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Evan: Picture me just another cool kid in NYC near
the park and MET life is sweet Yankees in the Bronx,
pretzels on the street just have good can it get?
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
You used to fall through when I call like
"Baby what you need?"
Ask me, "can I bring a friend
Do you got drinks, wanna eat, me, you eat"
And now
on the radio
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I feel it on the airwave, spinning on the dial
Bleeding through the speakers, written by the pile
So won't you hear me
what, I'ma give you a black face
Never in fear, you get beat, like in M-K
Kickin' these niggas, they callin' me Sensei
Keep talkin' hot, then I'm takin'
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
Last dance the last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance for romance tonight
Wo-o
I need you by me beside me to guide me
To hold me to scold me
attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or
Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed
and
Show you what we about
Twitter trends every month make
The whole city proud
Nickname Flower Town cuz the
Joints stay rollin'
And on the 410 yeah
(Clip of old radio broadcast:
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles!
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
(toco na radio)
(sei que ce ama a radio)
vc me deixou para trás
no meu pensamento, eu te busco de volta
esse traumas caçando minha mind
ela se foi,
hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
I see you baby
Every single day
Holding on to my best friend
But you don't see me
So I make the same request now
Every single night
Going out
Someone found a letter you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a
Hole in your old brown
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