| And we drove all through the neighborhood
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| Just sittin' in a car all day
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| Tryna find a radio
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| And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
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| Pointed at the window frame
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| Tryna find a radio
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| All up in my grandma’s basement
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| Slidin' all the closet doors
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| Tryna find a radio
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| And the homies say they heard a rap song
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| Sounded like some folks they know
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| But we couldn’t find a radio
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| Hard to express when the world is listenin'
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| Hard when you’re sure that the world is not
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| In between P.M. |
| Dawn, and Sun Ra
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| Wearing a suit like my school mascot
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| The Edison owl not a head in the crowd
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| Could match my technique and impeccable style (style)
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| Says the young Hassan
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| In the mirror while Tip’s saying «rock-rock-on»
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| With my guy Stefan who despite the specks
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| Saw himself doing things he would live to regret
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| Anyway, reciting off top the memory
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| Burnt a little chia my laugh was Gimli (heh)
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| Regarding the guns I coulda shot
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| I’m more Dove might blow up but won’t pop
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| Jigsaw blocks and hop the road home
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| Steps on the Ave where I played and roamed
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| And we drove all through the neighborhood
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| Just sittin' in a car all day
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| Tryna find a radio
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| And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
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| Pointed at the window frame
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| Tryna find a radio
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| All up in my grandma’s basement
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| Slidin' all the closet doors
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| Tryna find a radio
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| And the homies say they heard a rap song
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| Sounded like some folks they know
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| But we couldn’t find a radio
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| The old me would drink a 40
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| And eat bologna, shinobi
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| On NBA Live, I play with Kobe
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| The OGs, I miss my old hood
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| Miss my homies, is lonely
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| The radio host is like they know me
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| The ocean with the seashell is how we floatin'
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| Was hopin' to hear the airwaves, I think it’s broken
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| I can still play it if the tape resurfaces
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| Kept the old Boombox for just these purposes
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| Heard a day show had mine on there recently
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| People had a hard time finding the frequency
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| Piece of me show feels personal
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| Circled on all sides by used car commercials
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| It’s worth it though, whole block listenin'
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| 'cept the kids, they so not interested
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| Implement new COINTELPRO’s
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| Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro
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| Whole sound changed, don’t nobody want to sell those
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| Call the intercom yab this is my bellcote
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| And we drove all through the neighborhood
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| Just sittin' in a car all day
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| Tryna find a radio
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| And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil
|
| Pointed at the window frame
|
| Tryna find a radio
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| All up in my grandma’s basement
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| Slidin' all the closet doors
|
| Tryna find a radio
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| And the homies say they heard a rap song
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| Sounded like some folks they know
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| But we couldn’t find a radio |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 95 Radios , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп