Lyrics:
Everything else moves by so slow
Last night I fell in love
Fell in love with the radio
You know the town I was born in
Never was nothing to write home about
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Da da
Radio radio radio
Radio radio radio
Operator I need to dial one two seven
Vibration is high
Fearing not growing old
Take take me away
the best advice
Turned up loud on my radio dial
I've always known that I would sing it too
Three chords and a woman's truth
Gretchen got me all jacked up
Rock
Let that fire burn in my soul
BRIDGE:
Just by turnin' the dial
I know every band in style
Love songs are fine for some
But for me Rock will always
a young girl
Love is avoidin' her
And thank God for the radio
And the color TV, oh, oh, oh, oh
Heroes are hard to find in the cold world
But not in her
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
Ya gonna want to go ahead and kill ya bulb
And ya might not want but please go tell an adult
Turn off the car radio when ya on ya way to work
I know
these things
I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild
Get buck like the fuck I'm glad I use Dial
Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar
Cash money
up right.
Livin' life by the Golden Rule.
Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You."
Green fields for miles an' miles,
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Married at 16, 2 kids by 21
But he couldn't take it
Now she's raisin' them on her own
Between the bills and the laundry
Sometimes she's so
a hundred rounds
We smoking by the pound
It's so loud you can hear the sound
We be thumbing down
Racks on racks keep coming now
They don't like my sound so
smile like
Country gold on the radio dial
Gettin lost with some buddies out in the middle of nowhere
Or a pretty girl ridin shotgun
Thankin the Lord that
alright
It was 1999
Had the radio on
We was hearing that song
For the first time
Now I turn the dial
cs I'm drivin along
When I'm hearin that song
When I'm
indica/sativa blend gon’ heal me, heal me
I’m a sick, twisted, little kid on a mission
Lemme show you my vision
If video killed the radio star, let’s resurrect
the dial
Sometimes it slips
We've picked a side
Barricaded, drawn a line
And we're on opposite sides
Sending out radio waves
We all just want to be saved
By
would come raining on down
Turning up the volume on my little town
You know it'd
Bring to mind that radio high
With the waves passing by
And the songs
jingle
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no
(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah
(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra)
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
Alright,
A nuh one by one
A nuh three by three
A nuh four by four man a dead
If a nuh mi radio a look pan mi tv all mi si more and more man a dead
Man all
runnin' wild
'Cause ever since I kissed that saddle goodbye
I’ve been a radio cowboy
Turn that dial find some Merle and Waylon
You just might hear me right
and a heart of gold
human kindness that's what i want
spin your dial on the radio
i am alive now and that's enough
look up at the sky above
take a seat think
Leave the bureau in the snow
catch a tram to 'Oncle Po'
early evening ring around the moon
slipping by the concierge
by the bikes and up the stairs
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