3 Way Radio Lyrics

Can you hear me? I can hear you

Can you hear me? I can hear you

I'm reaching out and all I hear is white noise

Faith and family

First and foremost

Write my journals

Learn from scripture

On my journey

New behavior

I'm in a 3-way

Not what you think though

No

My time is split up

And times a changing

Getting mixed up in it

Got my fix, but never fixed, so shit

What if I miss my way

To give you the gist of it

I'd be remiss

If I didn't at least complete my stay

I had to leave

Stuck on my mind like it's Beats by Dre

Not the head

Phony buds I pray

For them to understand

At least one day

Know that it's me

The same GZ

For at least one day

Where and what and who I spend my time with

Take in the time to rewind and unwind it

I'm hearing voices

Talking to me each day

Stuck in the middle of my mind

It's a 3-way

My mind

Each night

Chases you

The one that sees my flight

Knows I'm a Star

Replaced into

Another face and night

Not my place to write

But God's Grace has maced my sight

Blind faith

Hope I make it right

Goin one hundred

I'm talking straight through lights

Two different opinions of minds of the making that I'm taking a break from the time that I've taken

Self-educating my mind to the truths of what's our role and what's the use

Confucius in the booth confused on which to choose

Home of the brave, getting high on your spirit cruise

Put down the booze

Be you

And just act smooth

No need to do what others frequently abuse

Occasionally I do it if I choose

There's no rules in life what we go through

I say follow my lead not tell you what to do

Where and what and who I spend my time with

Take in the time to rewind and unwind it

I'm hearing voices

Talking to me each day

Stuck in the middle of my mind

It's a 3-way

Got to work more

On myself and for my children

All God's people

That I'm singing and beginning

To show them

Another way to learn and see the purpose

Scratching the surface, dive in don't be nervous

Put the time in

Understand that I earned this

Arts and crafts are skills to be a wordsmith

Blast off the rustic type explosion

Magnolia farms demolition is exposing

The support beams that are frozen

Within my dojo

With my Jojo

Still on my street

Just need some more shit

A couple houses

Give each kid one

Me and the misses

Will pick our patterns

Passing planets

Skipping Saturn

Ring on my finger

The one and only

From my father

Dug below me