Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radio Daze, artist - The Roots. Album song How I Got Over, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Radio Daze |
And the radio daze kept us in the dark |
And the satellite age brings us to the light |
Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite |
They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Yo, so what you searching for? |
From birth, born hurting and yearning for certain somethings |
Lurking and murk 'em, got 'em turning this |
Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion |
Or more or less over what the pastor passed us |
Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes |
Phases that trap us and cage us like classes |
Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess |
Taskless dilemma to match somebody’s status |
And I’m average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up |
Passing bucks like a casual blunt |
Granted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion |
While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks |
Bad shit going down on the daily |
While bad chicks pass in a Mercedes, damn |
They see he’s the bastard for chasing them |
Maybe it’s the patterns that make me that made me, crazy |
And the radio daze kept us in the dark |
And the satellite age brings us to the light |
Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite |
They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Life is fiction, competition and contradiction |
Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection |
Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know |
Hope is so hollow, that’s why winos follow the bottle |
And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure |
A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter |
It’s now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it |
'Fore it’s recruited, then included in something stupid |
It’s things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers |
Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars |
You 'bout it, 'bout it, don’t allow it to pow without it |
Then those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards |
The world is yours, and the world we can’t afford |
So ignore the law, start a fire then start a war |
If you’re sick and tired of your access denied |
Free will died long before blogs and iPod |
And the radio daze kept us in the dark |
And the satellite age brings us to the light |
Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite |
They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) |
(Never, I never leave you alone) |
Yo, it’s too much strain for nominal gain |
I’m going through things; |
headaches, abdominal pain |
Tryna numb it with that Ketel like I’m from the Ukraine |
Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane |
What’s up with my destructive urge that’s unproductive |
Choices I’m stuck with, now starting to fuck with |
Contaminating family and close friends |
Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends |
Ain’t like I’m on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens |
Or life is just a pool of Patron I’m soaked in |
The darker the covenant slash trainwreck for you to rubberneck |
You ain’t felt the true pain yet so you be loving that |
Hit me up at black.gov like the government |
Banana Republican, alien intelligence |
Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit |
The stone the builder refused, he need to build with |
Got immunized for both flus, I’m still sick |
Via satellite, radio, the realness |
And the radio daze kept us in the dark |
And the satellite age brings us to the light |
Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite |
They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight |
And the radio daze |
And the radio daze |
And the radio daze |