Lyrics:
being cast to the earth
It's time for rebirth
Burnin up the branch and the root
The empty pursuit's of every tree
Bearing the wrong fruit
Turn and be
'll boil
And I hope ya tongue burn, gon' learn that no perm
Can get ya head hotter then what I got if my dough turn-up
Missin', I'm wit 2 cheeks and I
it's hard to hit
Let's give a toast, to the ladies that look better up close
That look better by the behind, and better when you approach
You try
back
It's getting hot, turn on the ceiling fan
Trying to be up by like many grands
Dawg this shit a blessing, I could edit and enhance
Ain't no making it
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
the presentation to the Audience
It is now up to the audience to appreciate the finished work
To apply seasoning without tasting is an insult by an uncultured,
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
em by your copper
In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad cuz you are
said I meant it, I don’t need no edit
I get it, I get it reinvent it
I don’t need any credit remember forget it
What was I saying? Somethin bout my crew?
and never saw a tick
None like me, in whatever sport, it is
Tryna sign me, give me effort for a hit
Maverick Seizure doing edits on the pic
Going stupid,
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
happening huh
I think you got it fucked up
I think one day you had a passion
Didn't turn out the way you want
Over time you just said fuck it and stopped
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Dre just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit back with this
to send a video, I don't edit my pics
I work for it, I'm on my shit
And when I'm walking by, yeah, I know the truth is
He wanna know how she get that
Don't turn off your radio 'cause I want hear
All my favorite songs songs
I've been going thru the struggles when it Comes to loving me
I can give
the beat in the medic
I'm the king and bitch I said it
I don't read it, I already
I already know what's up with you
You already know I fuck with you
You
rock and roll
Turn it up loud in stereo, stereo
Can't find you on my radio, radio
Yeah I-I live for rock and roll
Can't find you on the radio
Need
a friend
Can't wait till they play it on the radio again
Uh, aye, that's my shit, turn it up a little bit
Let me get it in, god damn that beat slap
Make me
easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next
Intro:
Uh huh... Yeaah
It's yours truly
Houston's own Chamillionaire
Holdin it down for the playa who dont believe in love at first sight (Love
She climbed in, the first thing she did
Was turn up the radio
She was wearing, that leather jacket
Falling in love to the radio static
We were miles
.jpg/213px-Chamillionaire_and_Michael_Arrington_(cropped).jpg "Chamillionaire")
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