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  • Текст песни Yelawolf - Radio

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    [Hook]
    I can't seem to get you off my mind
    Turn on the station, but I'm still facing ?
    Everbody seem to lost their mind
    It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the
    Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star
    Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star
    Hit the radio
    We can make a, make a video
    Now I'm a star
    Hit the radio
    We can make a, make a video
    Now I'm a star

    [Verse 1]
    Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed
    Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave
    It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's Give It Away
    Now we got ten year-olds sitting back in a chair like "those were the days"
    And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
    And I'm in the AM, flipping through the A.M. like I lost my crutch, limpin'
    Cause I can't walk straight if I can't turn it up, sippin'
    I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup
    What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
    Cause I think we had enough of radios and lunch with the love bugs
    Well let me give you a big hug
    Bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs
    And play some group home or something
    And give your mom's old ? or something

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2]
    You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director is mostly deaf
    And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt
    But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine
    Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind
    Let em' roam with the truth sometimes
    Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art
    And you didn't even know you a window till a tornado blew it apart
    If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm
    Then I can write about drugs, I can rap about girls
    I can sing about fleeing cars
    Not that my money is large
    Let's talk about broke is a joke
    Let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on the road
    And maybe that there goes gold
    Shit maybe it's bad I'm sold
    But they don't want to see the green leaves from pirates
    Oh no, hold up

    [Hook]

    [Bridge]

    Pick up the change, pick up the change
    Ride in a Chevy cause I'm sick of the Range
    Catfish Billy come pick up the name
    Come inside, if your sick of the rain
    Turn the radio off and don't complain
    It's all a replay, it's all the same
    Got one drag, on a runaway train
    On a one way street better pick your lane

    [Verse 3]
    Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain
    And we could be that Rolling Stone
    Mix'em up with Janis Joplin
    Let 'em harmonize like Bone
    Or we could just leave it alone
    Let it take on a life of it's own
    Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru
    Tell 'em to turn the lights back on
    C'mon

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