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Flick Radio Song

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

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

name with pride. ?Cuz we are the Outcasts of Suburban Noize Tribe. [DADDY X] Come original or don?t come at all. [LOC] You radio song suck's. Fuck um

And thank God for the radio and the color TV Heroes are hard to find in the cold world but not in her mind And she's talking to Jesus during the radio

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

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

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

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