-Echolette) Tell me is it really true There's something goin' on outside I just can feel it I heard it on the radio I'm not allowed to go outside I can
Momma done told me You might wander far, oh As long as you hold me More than you hold that guitar I'll keep on saying If you have to go away I'll leave
I?m on air in a turning motion And I don?t wanna take it slow Take me there use your potion Tell me how you want this to go Opportunities knockin Baby
a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on
you call, always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my... baby be mine (Radio Announcer) - Ja Rule
the house, in the boat, in the jeep babe In the tire, in the pool, or the beach babe Get your groove on (gotta get cha groove on) get your grove on [
me home You say you wanna stay But I want you to go Say I don't love you But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss Ooh... Fire You had a hold on me
leave this still life new words on a plain white page old songs on the radio found love on friday night to think you didn't want to go touched lips on
violence Sex and violence, we just can't take it Look on the radio, them talk bout sex Look man TV, there nuff violence KRS him always make sense But the radio
There's a party going on in here for real I got more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The only air time you get is on
ever felt much better Did the whole nine on the tenth I was no wetter Ready and I'm eager Eager as a beaver On the radio and good to go says your receiver
atomic energy erupting As I get all open on betacron, gamma rays thermo cracking Cyclotron and any and every mic You're on trans iridium, if you're always
Get up, put your clothes on, baby Come on, let's do something crazy Take a midnight drive down An old dirt road I wanna see your bare feet on my dash
Leave the radio on just to hear a voice other than mine Cause I can't bear to hear the cold truth running through my mind. Cause everything I did wrong
The Fans When We Pass Through Who Love To Wave High To The Arms That Hold Me Up When I Jump And Stagedive To Kids Outside The Venue Who Aint On The Door
To Listen To Echoes Down The Boulevard No Radio We Travel On Whispers I'm Two Feet Old When I Unravel My Whiskers So Whats That Shit, Their All Skippin To Go
in on me She does it easy, like a CB He's hard to hold on the rolling road He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock Ten miles to go, oh, radio
play with fire just to keep themselves warm In a cold world, cold people, playin' cold songs Sold for spare change while the broke hold on Why they call
