everything's unsaid! when everything goes wrong... and nothing seems to heal... all the wounds, that i made you feel.... that i made you feel ©Stuck on your radio
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) (hahaha) And ugh I started out dumb Sprung off a hood rat Listening to the radio Wishing that I could rap But nothing changed I was stuck in
get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. Say your
do [Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how
: Come one, come all You're just in time To witness my first breakdown Cause there's a mile gone For every minute passed When I'm stuck in this town
got the beat that pow We got the beat that 808 That the boom boom in your town [Fergie:] People in the place If you wanna get down Put your hands in
Feel it in the pen, write it in my notebook I'm no crook, but don't think I wont fill your ass with both foot And no you never lost your brain You can
So much anger aimed at no perticular direction Just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio wavs It plays and plays Till it stays stuck in your
, I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational, "Back is the incredible!" With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet Trying to, lure your
m loosin it mental abusin it Ya car crashed while I was crusin it Caise I drop my Mountian Dews in it The radio was blastin I blew a fuse in it The cops
in our faces Stuck and leaning on graces And being strangers to change The radio and the bones we found frozen All the thorns and the roses beneath your
that you?ll stay the night Just like the song on our radio set We?ll share the shelter of my single bed But it?s a different tune that?s stuck in my head
to love the feeling of rushing to the store, picking up a cd that nobody heard before To all you rappers, your hard works is throu the china-man and africans got your
back Woody Guthrie to us now I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through
: The TV?s blaring, the radio is turned up loud Maybe then I?ll sleep well, maybe then I?ll drown you out. Don?t want to think much I don? t want to
unless they for your Plymouth breeze So why you gotta front punk, yall ain't off the heez I'm known to grip microphones and get blown And blast chromosomes on your
But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin And it's like "oh shit, she was just born" And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio) If I hear another
