Lyrics:
the music
Playing on the radio
So he gingerly reached for the dial
"Oh, I like this one!, " said Peter
"Ok, that's cool, " said grandfather
A little
Yeah on behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now
He was an outlaw by the time that he was ten years old,
He didn't want to do what he was told
Just a prankster, juvenile gangster.
His teachers didn't
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
Daddy came here on a boat
Mama came here on a plane
I got here by accident
But God doesn't make mistakes
He had something always lit up in his
brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!
[Ced Gee]
Your attention please, come on, let me try this
This beat is funky --
forty miles from the mill I'm droppin' it into overdrive
Settin' my dial on the radio
I wish my mother was still alive
I see your lover-man comin',
forty miles from the mill I'm droppin' it into overdrive
Settin' my dial on the radio
I wish my mother was still alive
I see your lover-man comin',
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
is like livin in breakbeat hell
You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell
It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design
Not
the top of your head to the tip of your toes
To afros, bald heads, dreads and all the stuff
Rough and rugged by my style
Like a juvenile gettin buckwild in
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
Peter, the protagonist, hopped in his car and drove
With the intentions of driving off a foggy mountain road
He skipped the bridge out by
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
I turn back that radio dial reopen your door,
Try to talk George Strait into giving us an encore
Re-spin you around replay that sound
of you
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