[Chorus: Yelawolf - singing] I can't seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station but I'm, still facin you and Everybody seems they lost their mind It's hard to handle so I, change the channel on the radiooooo, cause internet killed the radio star Radiooooo, and YouTube killed the video star Hit the radio - then we make a, make a video, now I'm a star Hit the radio - then we make a, make a video, now I'm a star
[Yelawolf] 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 Peppers +Give it Away+ Now we got 10-year olds sittin back in the chair like "Those were the days" And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch And I'm in the A.M. flippin through the AM 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? Uh-huh, okay, shut up Cause I think we had about enough of, radios in 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 somethin; shit that Goodie Mob +Soul Food+ is bumpin Rewind
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[Yelawolf] Yeah, you'll never hear Black Star cause the program director's mostly deaf And you'll never hear Triple Six cause we live in the mist of the Bible belt But that's where the light is felt, so let it shine (shine) let 'em rhyme (rhyme) Let 'em hustle, let 'em grind, nothin wrong 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 'til the tornado blew it apart If Eric Clapton can sing about +Cocaine+ and 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 as a joke Let's talk about gettin evicted, everything you own thrown out on the road And maybe that there goes gold, shit maybe it's platinum sold But they don't wanna see the green rings from the pirates' gold No, hold up rewind
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[Yelawolf] Pick up the change, pick up the change Ridin 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 track, on a runaway train, on a one-way street, better pick yo' lane Yeah, but you can let me pick yo' brain, and we can be that rollin stone Mix 'em up with Janis Joplin, and let 'em harmonize like Bone Or we can just leave it alone, and let it take on a life on its own Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru and tell 'em turn the lights back on C'mon
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