yours You can have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on
You can have all of it and I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn they fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night, I'll be on
You can have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on
Tradução: Agujero. Boys On The Radio.
I be doin' cameos Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone Stick a nigga bad like the last hole Runnin' up on
hearin' what i said, I gotta hole in my head, my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head,
right! Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Attention all radio station jocks ... Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box
s two bare feet on the dashboard Young love and an old Ford Cheap shades and a tattoo And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboard Perfect song on the radio
.Y.C., Pretty mean when it wants to be, Black leather,knee-hole pants, Can't play no high school dance, Fuzz tone,hear 'em go, Hear 'em on the radio,
.C., Pretty mean when it wants to be, Black leather, knee-hole pants, Can't play no high-school dance, Fuzz tone, hear'em go, hear'em on the radio
.Y.C, Pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, Can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio,
t hearin' what i said, I gotta hole in my head, my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head
sounds? Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin? up his Bronco He?s gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting pretty sprayin? on
clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on
in the shade underneath the trees The boys in the clubhouse are right next door Playing cops and robbers and the Civil War We'd all meet up at the swimming hole
.Y.C., pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio
