[Intro: Raz Fresco] People is sick and tired of hearing, "Darling, I bloodclaat love you" You turn on the fucking radio, twenty-four bumboclaat hours a day You hear, "Darling I love you" I sick and tired of hearing that bumbo-bloodclaat—
[Verse 1: Bob Vylan] Turn on the radio, take a listen, what you missing? Real shit. How did we get to this position? I can't believe the bullshit these man are spinning Candyland bands all smiling and grinning Meanwhile the whole country is hurting There's a world outside, pull back the curtain That don't revolve around your unrequited love And how her touch is like a drug - pussy shut the fuck up Lack of substance guiding the massеs While real peoplе surviving on rations Write a smash hit while the country is crashing Your radio single lacks passion. Turn it off
[Chorus: Bob Vylan] Turn off the radio Turn off that bullshit Turn off the radio Turn off that bullshit
[Verse 2: Bob Vylan, Raz Fresco] Turn off the radio, they won't play this Bands singing all day long but don't say shit Streaming's just as bad - I gotta remix Two white boys to make the New Punk playlist It's too urban, it's too this, too that What they wanna say is too Black (Too bumboclaat Black for them) I guess real don't get rotation So fuck your radio station. Turn it off
[Chorus: Bob Vylan] Turn off the radio Turn off that bullshit Turn off the radio Turn off that bullshit
[Bridge: Bob Vylan, Raz Fresco] I am not singing darling I bloodclaat love you (Turn off the radio) And come shake my rass (Turn off that bullshit) And I'll swim the ocean and climb the mountain (Turn off the radio) Seen because I am going to kill the fuckery out there (Turn off that bullshit)
[Chorus] Turn off the radio, turn off the radio Turn off the radio, turn off the radio Turn off the radio, turn off the radio Turn off the radio, turn that shit offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
