You open up to say you're feeling all right With pictures on the wall You'll figure out that feeling here is all right With still frames in the hall But
I am the fold, in the wake Watch me push her back and break I lose all my friends, and wash away All the fractures I?ve displayed But we still, hold
You open up to say you're feeling all right With pictures on the wall You'll figure out that feeling here is all right With still frames in the hall
disregarded, but the albums got charted We put 'em in the stores and millions habe bought it An underground sound, not liked by radio You hear it in the
I'll be ya daddy JUST LIKE DADDY Foe tha ladies ----------Chorus--------- Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio, know
my radio Turn up my radio I think I?m in love with my radio ?Cause it never lets me down And I fall in love with my stereo Whenever I hear this sound
my radio Turn up my radio I think I?m in love with my radio ?Cause it never lets me go And I fall in love with my stereo Whenever I hear this sound Oh
old days Caressing an old man And painting a lifeless face Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under
Send out a message and it's sure to rebound What's that I hear? What is that sound? Seems to be coming from under the ground International echo It
1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get
want it dun' know Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin the front row Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin to cut my sound Radio dispatcher, back
generation Fashions go and come back around And vinyl LPs still got a cool sound Flash back to retro (retro) It's all new again Fighting wars under different
tracks for me to get down on Singin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses
then who give a fuck anyways Radio was my crown of thorns, I ain't proud to put on Turn the volume all the way up, still didn't sound too strong Pink
: [Redman] Selecta come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio [Verse 1: Method Man] Oh no, another
in the toilets at Meadowhall To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors Rolling empty cans down the stairway (don't you love that sound?) Whilst
An a good girl fi please, take a rest smokin trees - Away from dat wicked disease High fidelity rebellion!gimme a 20 million dollar sound fi kill An