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Verse 3] I write the songs that you don't wanna hear The songs that DJ's dont be playing on the air The songs that's gonna make my people wanna care The
come off tour I slip back into my jeans 'Cause I'm still the girl next door It's amazing to hear people singing along Hear the radio playin' my song
like right click and that songs mine It aint the fact I wanna see the artist crying ,theres just nothin even coming out Worth buying If I hear a song on the radio
under different names Losing daughters and sons, we all feel the pain Through the tears, why don't things ever change Between now and then While the radio
block partys in the day house partys at night just about one year before Rapper's Delight everybody in the crew called to make a request cause rap's on the radio
on the streets Touring overseas, submitting legacies Writing history with every song you sing Regulating the era, standing side-by-side And we down for whatever, was the days
think about the way it was back then I remember the music Don't know if it was you or me Different roads or different dreams All I know is someone said
can still be family. Makes me think about Hank How he played his songs Made a long-haired pot-smokin' hippy wanna sing along Makes me think about life an' all it's different
intensity) Fine this is your line this is your mind this is your brain (now a lot of radio songs make sense to me) How unlikely I found someone to soothe
the streets. Touring overseas, Submitting legacy, Writing history With every song you sing. Uh Regulatin the era Standing side by side, man we down for whatever. Was the days
s missing the football, missing the fun He?d play with the grandkids but he?s off on a run And some hat?s on the radio singing his song But it don?t make
a limousine The traffic's slow so I miss my show But lookin' out the window somehow I know That they're about to play my record On the radio So I write another song
for days 'bout all the things that we would change But we never thought, never thought that we were slaves We could sit around and talk for days 'bout
Yo, I play the back like back in the days Give thanks and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite Take birth trees to upright, I forget a fake MC's My song
. 'Cause you've been gone exactly two weeks Two weeks and three days And let's just say that things look different now Different in so many ways I used
of giants Above the creeping fog of disinformation that clouds the American union This is Will 'O the Wisp And this is The Last Light Radio Your last