tight I'm going to blow in time This is my song for the radio Want the world to know Let the whole world know This is my song for the radio Want the
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feel all through the night and for when it's right, as long as it's tight it'll demand to get performed on the mic and hopefully become a song that
Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? Smile, I been here for awhile Peep my style while I go on with the song I rock the microphone
child Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial? Smile I been here for awhile Peep my style while I go on with the song I rock the microphone
me like I wanna be sucked Cause kissin and huggin ain't enough And I know you like to fuck that way I watch you sway to every song that the radio play
Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light Turn the dial from left to right Flick the switch to find the light There is no radio
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life
was gettin' played Young Joc knew that we was cool Said he knew he didn't stand a chance You stood still while my song played And his came on and you
every sun's gotta set with time But I'll remember those moments forevermore As the days where nothing had changed at all I tunned into the radio Flicking
the Outcasts we wear the name with pride ?'Cuz we are the Outcasts of Suburban Noize Tribe Come original or don?t come at all You radio song suck's Fuck
radio And the color TV, oh, oh, oh, oh Heroes are hard to find in the cold world But not in her mind And she's talkin' to Jesus During the radio station
I was getting played Yung Joc knew that we was cool, said he knew he didn't stand a chance You stood still while my song played and his came on and you
[Verse 1:] Never go back but I think back Hear a song on the radio from the past and get a flashback Cinematic when it plays back Write a story of my
door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
like the box in san quentin Fin to win his race cuz he ran different In through the no's out through the mouth Not worryin bout his competition radio
