here I wish life could be like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio,
Communication break down again, again Your emerald eyes say it all for you Thoughts from your mind speak loud and clear, and clear Your options manifest
when I tell you dog; I'm in your crawl space You're in front of my house and you know that's wack Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You
you was havin dough im like f**k critics you can kiss my hole a**h**e if you dont like my lyrics you can press fast foward i beef with the radio but
zapitos You’d be celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You don’t like our lyrics you can press fast forward Beef with radio
boy is mine Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me Papa, paparazzi Real good, we dance in the studio Snap, snap to that shit on the radio
feat. Noah Cyrus) After twelve Not so well Won't the breakfast Sisters tell What's 'round This bend No disgrace About this Only thing I dare to chase
After twelve Not so well Won't the pretend it's too soon to tell What's 'round this bend No disgrace ... about face Anything not to have to chase You
’t wait for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all Driving the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to slow down, start the car chase As
that boy is mine Baby, you'll be famous Chase you down until you love me Papa-paparazzi (Real good) We're dancin' in the studio (Stop, stop) That song on the radio
After twelve, not so well Won't pretend, it's too soon to tell What's 'round this bend No disgrace, about face Anything not to have to chase You down
with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio
feel no fakin' No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin' Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot What the radio
the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio
killing me girl Are you telling me stay or go If I can't have you Why won't you let me go If you don't want me Say it on the radio So go on go on go
it to the test Finally Make no mistake to the mainstream Music be the master planner Just like the books you read You'll hear it on your radio scanner
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, I, I, I think this one's for the radio Yeah, yeah, I, I, I think this one [Verse One - Teairra Mari] I'm looking for you That sweet
