Radio

I can't seem to get you off my mind

Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and

Everybody seem to lost their mind

It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the

Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star

Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star

Hit the radio, we can make a, make a video

Now I'm a star, hit the radio

We can make a, make a video, now I'm a star

Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed

Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave

It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's Give It Away

Now we got ten year-olds sittin' back in a chair like "those were the days"

And though it seems so amazin' to me that the labels lost the touch

And I'm in the AM, flippin' through the A.M. like I lost my crutch

Limpin', cause I can't even walk straight if I can't turn it up

Sippin', I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup

What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up

Cause I think we had about enough of radios and lust with the love bugs

Well let me give you a big hug a bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs

And play some group home or something

Shit, the Goodie Mobs Soul Food is bumpin', rewind

I can't seem to get you off my mind

Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and

Everybody seem to lost their mind

It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the

Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star

Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star

Hit the radio, we can make a, make a video

Now I'm a star, hit the radio

We can make a, make a video, now I'm a star

You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director is mostly deaf

And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt

But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine

Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind

Let em' roam with the truth sometimes

Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art

And you didn't even know you had a window till a tornado blew it apart

If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm

Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls

I can sing about money and cars

Not that my money is large

Let's talk about broke is a joke

Let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on the road

And maybe that there goes gold

Shit maybe it’s platinum sold

But they don't want to see the green leaves from the pirates gold

Oh no, hold up, rewind

I can't seem to get you off my mind

[03:06]Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and

Everybody seem to lost their mind

It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the

Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star

Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star

Hit the radio, we can make a, make a video

Now I'm a star, hit the radio

We can make a, make a video, now I'm a star

Pick up the change, pick up the change

Ride in a Chevy cause I'm sick of the Range

Catfish Billy come pick up the name

Come inside, if your sick of the rain

Turn the radio off and don't complain

It's all a replay, it's all the same

Got one drag, on a runaway train

On a one way street better pick your lane

Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain

And we could be that Rolling Stone

Mix'em up with Janis Joplin

Let 'em harmonize like Bone

Or we could just leave it alone

Let it take on a life of it's own

Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru

Tell 'em to turn the lights back on

C'mon

I can't seem to get you off my mind

Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and

Everybody seem to lost their mind

It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the

Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star

Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star

Hit the radio, we can make a, make a video

Now I'm a star, hit the radio

We can make a, make a video, now I'm a star