we had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true They say I do things that I never ever do On the radio, they say
See You Are My Bitch Just Don't Ask Question About Ciara And Shit You Saw The Video, You Heard The Radio They Said Its Me And C, You Want It To Be You
I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio
Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want
'm on it like Homer on donuts (yeah) I'm on it like homeless on corners (yeah) I'm on it like a phone, wrong number (unh) I want her (unh), she want me
are the scholars Rockin your body till your mind's content I know you love it because it's evident On and on and on and on Product of the new school,
Enough Talkin On Da Telephone, Right Now, Im Really Tryna Put My Hands On It So If You In It, Got Away, You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On
They keep playing sad songs on the radio And I feel like I'm so alone On this 15 hour drive And all the while I tell myself to just believe Cause nobody
They keep playing sad songs on the radio And I feel like I'm so alone On this 15-hour drive And all the while I tell myself to just believe Cause nobody
chill we're comin' in how we will want to tell the whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky
shows (The world's full of lonely people) She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor Writes a poem and turns the radio on
Too much is never enough. Super-size, my eyes like satellites. The say live faster. The say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long
we flood the area, we watch you clowns drown (Say what?) If you want my crown, why'ontcha meet me downtown I turn the world around, make you earl on
empire Hand on my heart Heart on the sleeve of the constitution Sinking right into a mirror Leaving reflections on its surface Caught in a kind of radio
the song on the radio they don't show the tits in the video they don't know that we are the media they don't know that we start the mania i don't want
gets revamped And on the Lord there's more concentration than a camp God stamps His divine approval On the One who puts God the Son in the forefront on
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