Lyrics Radio - Yelawolf, Shooter Jennings

Radio

I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station, but I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems 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 seems 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 you 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
Turn on the station, but I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems 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 on inside, if you’re 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
And let 'em harmonize like Bone
Or we could just leave it alone
And let it take on a life of its own
Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru
And tell 'em to turn the lights back on
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station, but I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems 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