t want me Say it on the radio So go on go on go on just play it Come on come on come on, you'll never say it That you don't want me 'Cause you can't
The world's full of lonely people) She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor Writes a poem and turns the radio on
: They keep playing sad songs on the 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
life (turn the radio up high) Praying one day that he might get better Take it from me girl it don't get no better Say ohhhhhh, say ohhhhhh (turn the radio
] Everybody over there! Get on up! Everybody up there! Get into it! Everybody right there! Get involved! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] All the people on
put the bass on the 24-track Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast You disregarded, but
The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things Slick on the radio, I say
s your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. Say your looking for some real shit. Then catch a funkdified batch. Like that!! Oakland's on the map. Tupac is on
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want
want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio