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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that bounce We got the beat that pound We got the beat that 808 That the boom, boom in your town People in the place If you wanna get down Put your
so hard to understand Take your partner by the hand Mona in the promised land Take your partner by the hand Keep it simple if you can Take your partner
I could only find a note to make you understand I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hands Keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite
help, Hang up and then dial your operator If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and try again. If you need help Hang up and then dial your operator
will I set a fire just to see what it kills Now, I'm stuck in New York And the rain's coming down I don't feel like we'll go anywhere Stuck in New York
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When your album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio
'cause you know how my squad do [verse5 - Mase] 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
you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do 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
put this d*** in your mouth See I don't, know why, you act so sadity You're super bad, bad but your a*** ain't pretty Show me your a***, girl, then show
little kid might shoot me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be like Curse words on the TV and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on
been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational Back, it's the incredible With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet Tryin' to lure your
blessed, now check it out [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) [W.C.] Check it out Now turn up your radio
money Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be your buddy The same ones that dissed ya, now it's a list of First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo
lives I touched So much anger aimed at no particular direction Just sprays and sprays straight through your radio waves It plays and plays till it stays stuck in your
lives I Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your
excuses see, life's dilemas are set up like a mirror Just to show you all your faces Now your clearer understanding is clearer You had your chance for