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
a 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
You don't really wanna see me get Wild get-get-get wild (Rihanna) I got a hole in my head, A hole in my head, Sometimes i get crazy and I ain't scared
.I.G. sings You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours (music fades) Radio Show
try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club
takin' anywhere On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel How does it feel when there's no destination that's too far? And somewhere
bound to kill me But I'm too far away to care And I'd just like to know if you will Could I even get there Oh, back to the touch and go When not a soul
join in cahoots And send the smoke signal, near and far A smoke signal, no matter where you are You don't believe what they say on the radio You can
surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster will not break you And it's already gone too far You said that if you go in hard You won't get
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
Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from
believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get '
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,
standing on my tippy-toes To touch a star Trying to catch joy in a glass jar and yes by far I'm so much further than they are Turn the radio on, let
to touch a star (a star) Trying to catch joy in other's jar And yes by far I'm so much further than they are HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY (Chorus) Turn the radio
then you'll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound Not a rebound but like a hound I get
