i'm movin' over so she can fill this seat it was never mine her words control me so i seek help from my friend called the radio I'M TURNING UP THE RADIO
chance i'm movin' over so she can fill this seat it was never mine her words control me so i seek help from my friend called the radio I'M TURNING UP THE RADIO
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 can give so much And never get anything
We get stronger What's gone is gone The past is the past Turn the radio up And then hit the gas 'Cause . . . I know we've Come So Far But we've Got So
: Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low I leaned back on my radio Some cat was layin' down some rock'n'roll lotta soul, he said Then the
know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away
puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause
look from a passer by Kiddy porn and lunatics and all the things that make me sick Another suicide from a sad rock star So get the fuck out of my
Escalades. [Wish Bone:] All paid 4, money on the wood so its no car note. [Layzie Bone:] We far from broke, thats all know, so you better get it right
that I adore You're the one that I live for Inside Of you, I'm dreamin' of you So I get in the car But I didn't get far 'Cause the radio played Every
explain What happends to these stars and their big brains First they get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything will be O.K. Then you get
: (Bowie) Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low I leaned back on my radio Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he
voice in the morning how she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road I get a feeling that I shoulda been home yesterday
sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator We need someone or something new Something else to get
Bernie Taupin Nostradamus said I predict That the world will end at half past six What he didn't say was exactly when Was he listening to the radio?
catch a case Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies You better go get your mase cause shady said so You may wanna pick up the radio
just hang around But I heard someone callin' my name one day And I followed that voice down the lost highway Everybody told me you can't get far Now I
