eyes set on the ether Your moon in a bella luna and Howling hallelujah Nameless you above me Come lay me low and love me This lonely little love dog
your eyes set on the ether Your moon in Bella Luna and howling hallelujah Nameless you above me come lay me low and love me This lonely little love dog
Traduzione: TV On The Radio. Love Dog.
radio up, and sing it loud Tell her that you really love her She's all you'll need Talk about it, reconsider before she leaves All my ladies, hear us out Turn your radio
I'm in love with a TV star She drove me home in her Lexus car Like her dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the radio Seen her dancin on
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV See the ladies give me top for cheapy All they wanna do is just hop on the
by the name big tiger me and kodarolla ridin on stretch motorcycles i done put some swangers on a pt cruiser paul wall could catch boppers if i rode on
t a movie dog, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big Meek She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week
a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meek She givin one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week
ain't a movie dog, not Waist Deep I'm not an actor, but I'll show your b*tch Big Meek She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week
it, write a rhyme Perhaps I'll finish the one I was workin on a few days ago Maybe they'll show me love and bump it on the radio Here it go-go-goes (Think
gon' have a nice price on it Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it
(feat. Skip & Wacko) [Wacko] Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher
'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I'm your radio
hood like Jose Canseco 'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat I put the Cali on the map my nigga And I'll never kiss radio or TV