Lyrics:
Standing by the wall
What a picture of elegance
Writing on the stall
Phone number such a gentleman
Who you gonna call baby
I've been waiting for you
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
fuckin’ Tropp is not safe for the radio,
Even if I was I know you wouldn’t play me though,
All you stupid fucks keep fuckin’ hatin’ ho,
Cuz Katie fuckin’
I'll drive through the mountains
The crumbling west
I'll sing like the whales
Before man was a pest
Radio transistor
My friend by my side
I
I think I really like the lines
Dividing the road
It's blinding I'm immersed by light
The shadows and the echoes
And you said turn up the radio
by my side
By my side
Can i have you right beside
Tec'-9
Can I Keep you
All Night Night
Can I Keep you
All Mine All Mine
ohh' the radio
playing me
her a pair of heels
She like papa I neva choose up and it always play out in the way that you say it will
Red flag she got a man still
Suck it sloppy by
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
home
I guess you could say we were raised
We were raised by the, raised by the radio
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Raised by the space between the static
up, baby
I'm still waiting by the knob
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I'm ready for the heavy stuff, oh yeah
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come
light)
Do it slow (red light)
I'ma stop
When I hear you say (switch lanes)
Hit the signal (let' stop)
Take a break
Hit the hazards when we park
decent freedom loving people
Everywhere stand at their side in this hour of need."
[verse one - red hot lover tone]
Cries of wait please wait wiggity wait
A bottle of white, A bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I
a red light and never looked back
See life is but a waiting line before deaths gates
Since I can't cut in line
Shit I might as well wait
When fate makes
day
If you run with that ball
Masterpiece on the wall
If you fall, I will pick you up
Radio flyer, golden wire
Swinging tire, riding higher
In
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Re-written by machine on new technology.
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh a-oh
I
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
pressure's blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car
in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little
Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be
In the old oak shade by the family graves
like some folks they know
But we couldn't find a radio
The old me would drink a 40
And eat bologna, shinobi
On NBA Live, I play with Kobe
The OGs,
shouldn't try
You have an eye for fashion darling
I'm sitting in my room let the disc go by
So much to live for
Radio daylight, radio darkness
Radio
you on
If I could tune you in
Reminded by each song
Of everything we've been
Without you without you here I go
Reminded by my radio
Without you without
.JPG/300px-Red_City_Radio_(11).JPG "Red City Radio")
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