For The Radio ft. Landon Marcel Lyrics

Turn me up in the headphones

I need me some leg room

I need me a minute to get all my thoughts going

Turn me up in the headphones

I need me some leg room

I need me a minute to get all my thoughts going

This sound like it's suppose to be on the radio

This sound like you should already be famous

This sound official, I swear this it

This one gon stick bro

The work ethic crazy, you too legit and

I swear, you turn up every time

I would share and repost it, I just ain't have the time

Look, just give me a minute, yo, I be on the grind

I see that you getting it, so I'm getting mine

Race you to the finish line

Choosing my friends like easy does it

Whatever you selling me, I'm above it

A little to lose and so much to gain

Don't need you embarrassing me in public

I put my all in my moves

And pray it don't mess up my mood

I swear I love what I do

But sometimes it gets to me too

Like, what if I never go big

Or what if I never get famous

Depending on people to blow up

But I swear they be acting like strangers

But I guess I'm wrong if I blame them

Guess I just gotta go harder

And focus on building my catalog

Cause Ima go get it regardless

Check it, if you out here faking or you hating, what's the difference?

Need you to do a little more than just expressing all your interest

Please, don't get it twisted, I'm so grateful for the love

But if y'all don't help me out then I'm just doing this just because

Ok, cool, I love music

Numbers ain't the only reason I do it

Everybody's come up different

I just gotta keep it moving

Just so sick of the logistics

Trying to break the laws of physics

At this point and I'm not with it, it's ridiculous

Got me tripping

This sound like it's suppose to be on the radio

This sound like you should already be famous

This sound official, I swear this it

This one gon stick bro

The work ethic crazy, you too legit and

I swear, you turn up every time

I would share and repost it, I just ain't have the time

Look, just give me a minute, yo, I be on the grind

I see that you getting it, so I'm getting mine

Race you to the finish line

Like, y'all must not be seeing me

I put in all this work and still I'm not where I need to be

Knowing y'all using me as a vice, this reflective shit I write

But wise man said it's a race between me and me

A small change of scenery

Just move to Atlanta then all the labels be seeing me

Or maybe LA with all the creatives, it's unfortunate

I can't build an audience where I'm native

But they more focused on riding the wave than helping create it, you know

You know, the prototype, you too good to be local type

Expect you to blow over night, with no support or hype, reposts or likes

But they got the most advice, like they got keys to get famous

If you support with that same energy, would've already made it, I'm already tainted

By the time they give me a shot I'm already jaded, the lights slowly fading

The worst part is I feel like I've been so close I could taste it

But it's like I'm serving food to the tasteless

Maybe covid related, it's Cel

This sound like it's suppose to be on the radio

This sound like you should already be famous

This sound official, I swear this it

This one gon stick bro

The work ethic crazy, you too legit and

I swear, you turn up every time

I would share and repost it, I just ain't have the time

Look, just give me a minute, yo, I be on the grind

I see that you getting it, so I'm getting mine

Race you to the finish line