Radio Is Still Dead Lyrics

Deceitful facial features passing in the Buick regal

Etta James on blast at last my people

Getting a little light hope the money too like sequels

Split it with my nearest no interference less we equal

Trip with the tucked misses Fargo’s snow

Blood trail follow my mode freezing cold

Olive gray wardrobe to the vans on my stroll

Life on the side, she quiet playing her role

This 87 feels like heaven revving her engine

Ninety five ride heading home from sinning

Each a new beginning rest fresh back inning

Eye red man yes time for action

Caption capture a spark chain reaction

Take we no wear pawn them or auction

Pro-choice miss your chance with abortion

PC culture I’m a clueless moron

Ice glacier razor Raekwon dart thrown

Regan economics rappers this a crackdown

Forty eighty ain’t enough Dirty Calhoune

Bucky feeling lucky without your camera taken gone

Smoke strong continuous seldom

Low on admission curriculum blazed lungs

Dyspnea on exertion so I pack a gun

Getting sorta bad I had to break mid cum

Candlelight write difficulties within my life

Yet to be address mostly out of spite

Ain’t got the answers so fuck giving advice

Decorated in my fuck ups yeah in denial

Millions miles from the start heart cast cold iron

Saving private Ryan odds deadly science

Another mission part three sworn in alliance

Back by demands no pc retarded