your radio look at the sky look at the moon look at the way it glow I aint no ghost so don?t be afraid to go on this midnight vibe So can we get a systems
on glass and lips of dolls I'm told there was beauty in our silence So hold me angel, love me angel Kiss the sun and burn our lips dead radio Candy girl
niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken
me and I bet you get burned! And at the same time learn, that I'm not that nigga Nigga on it for reala, you wanna deal with the killa Give the scrilla
will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
from a rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights the TV and the radio but still I can't escape the ghost
on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray "Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) "When I bust on the mic
my knees You don't mean to But you've still got that hold on me When I see you Anytime of day Anywhere I go Any song on the radio I hear your voice
beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you stuck in the village I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven
you can only count on the road again we?ll soon be on the radio dial and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style like a band of gypsies on
on the road again will soon be on the radio dial and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style like a a band of gypsies on the highway
well you can only count on the road again will soon be on the radio dial and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style like a a band of gypsies on
why you frontin on me, is that necessary? Do I, to you, look like a lame Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoot game Who's up on dot dot dot and
: I'm so far away from you Pacing up and down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? I turn on the radio There's some cat on the saxophone Laying
