fed to you, Cause girl if you wanted something sincere, I know that you'll never pull through Waiting for the day you turn yourself around Can't stop feeling the things
the things I feel Locked into something so surreal You have me going crazy Have it all wrong If you think you can walk out on me Can't stop feeling the things
to the game And they all seek POWER,fuck the fame The high rollers Now radio stations probably won't play This record because of the things I say They
it's gonna be alright Wake him up, warm him up Put him on the stage, well The boy can't help it, it's not his fault Just a dangerous, dangerous age
my hazards G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin' Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin' I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit Swerve back into traffic, radio
fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop Turn up the radio
danger It's like thug is the drug That make 'em fall in love When love don't love nobody BANK, BANK Gangsta, star sign is danger It's like thug is the
[Madchild] Mental, torture chamber magnificent structure Swollen sculp dust surfing senses danger Spark this bats dangle in darkness Crept beneath
{"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"} Uh-huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the
We've got a good thing let's keep on trying Baby, you're gonna miss me When the radio comes 'round to my time When the radio comes on, so long When
You thought I was dangerous, I thought you were cool I met you in a parking lot one day after school We didn't have no money, we didn't have no sense
stars We go, dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang
if it aint one thing, its another what sup to my family even though you dona??t see me much But I love ya Tryna make things better for ya I think back
air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have
Living in a bullseye Eight hours later, at a half past five I'm listening to my radio and pulling in the drive The music telling me a thing that's good
Mile marker 203 The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E And I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down There's somethin smokin' underneath the hood
