Lyrics:
I could stay all night in this car-park with
You in my arms watch the street lights fade
We could count the stars one by one tonight
Everyones
Don't stop till you
Get enough
50 ways to leave your lover
What you need,
When the war is over
Turn up your radio
I'll be gone The day you come
Flame
tomorrow might brings
I'm not your puppet I don't give a fuck I'll cut off the strings
My straightjacket fits, the sleeves made by society
It's always
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
nitroglycerin rhyme assault?
Vails venomous radio occult
A commission of 'exactoplay' spitting insults
Nice to make your acquaintance sorry I beat you
Radio
Words by Chris McCarter & Michael Carrodus
about poor little me
I draw your picture on the wall
My phone is dead and still your call
My mama asked I told her I get by
That's such a lie
I'm
drinks at the bar
You know you ghetto when you think your number one with the flow
And your shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you're ghetto
endless fear
Children dying each denyin'
Rest in peace
Times are movin' but not changin' day by day
News are telling no one's listening what they say
And as my time shall pass
I'm falling for her
And now my time has passed
I've fallen for her
From: In The Shadow Of The Angel, Black Radio LP,
mein Weiß, nur mein Traum, Chab, wir sind die
V-E-G Amoklauf, rausgehen und Punks verhauen
Und wenn das Radio das nicht spielt, komm ich anders raus
Mialem dziesiec lat
Gdy uslyszal o nim swiat
W mej piwnicy byl nasz klub
Kumpel radio zniosl
Uslyszalem "Blue Sued Shoes"
I nie moglem w nocy
I can't fall back asleep
After the radio alarm clock wakes me up
And you hit the snooze again
I just lie there wide awake
Snuggle close to you
Hold your hands to the dying fire's final glow
Warm yourself by the last breath of the radio
Batteries, are almost gone
Sing goodbye to that old song
on the radio
So don't bother cutting me off short tonight
We let our words speak for themselves
Don't take it all so far
Don't make it that much harder
Than it
ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens
sunshine don't you let me frown
I've heard the grass is always greener
On the lover's side of town
Midnight picture show, and
Love talk radio, just
Neighborhood life right by Mr. Rodger
You niggas get more even and I get more odder
I run off winter time like a platinum Rolex
Eat my dust taste my auto
jars
Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars
Picked up the tele, sweatin' for some squad cars
Cats tried to cut us off by
On the combine
Hand me down overalls and an a.m. radio
Tried to get it right the first time and take it slow
Alabama singing, "In A Hurry" and "I Don't Know
RADIO PLAYS THE SAME OF SONGS OVER AND OVER
WHY THE TEACHERS IN THIS GAME GRANTED LIMITED EXPOSURE?
DO IT MY WAY WILL I REACH STARDOM GLAMOR AND GLITZ?
find a friend, you have a foe
Think that we're crazy cause we like havin' fun
Make it minorities but never simpletons
Don't hear us on the radio
There is a man inside a room in the forest
He sits alone upon the chair his father left him
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark with the radio
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
Discuss these radio by beyonc Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In