Yelawolf ☆ Radio

[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and 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 then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star

[Verse 1]
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 AM flipping 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 bought my cup
Wassup, uh huh, OK, shut up
Cause I think we had 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 something
Shit that Goodie MoB Soulfood is bumpin’… rewind

[Verse 2]
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 midst of the Bible belt
But that’s where the light is felt, so let it shine, let a€?em rhyme
Let a€?em hustle, let a€?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

[Verse 3]
Pick up the change, pick up the change!
Ridin’ a Chevy cause I’ 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 your lane
Yeah but you can let me pick your brain and we could be that rolling stone
Mix a€?em up with Janis Joplin, and let a€?em harmonize like Bone
Or we can just leave it alone and let it take a life on its own
Or we could be that world class wreckin’ crew
And tell a€?em turn the lights back on… come on