On The Radio
'Cause I'm too real, we too cold
Ya run for the hills when the truth's told
Like the kick on the mag on a four-four
We too much grip for your hands to hold
All cock back with no ammo all the hype
From a band that's so-so
In every land that you speak it's a no-no
So live it up now because you gone tomorrow
All of a sudden you suckin' and the
People love it from front row to offstage
And now you need no introduction
It's frontin' and bluffin' and now
You givin' out instructions?
Nothing for nothing but I don't really think I want it
(Give me music, make me jump and thrush
We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
I'm making music that sound like dat)
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Too hood to act new, see through you
My point of view
You just did what we already do and the
Game ain't lookin' like it used to
Too many things ya lost control
Ya all sold out for the fools gold
Is it too much street or heart and soul or
Is it too much color for your rock and roll?
All of a sudden you suckin' and the
People love it from front row to offstage and
Now you need no introduction
You was frontin' and bluffin' and now
You givin' out instructions?
Nothing for nothing but I don't really
Think I want this
(Give me music, make me jump and thrush
We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
I'm making music that sound like dat)
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Why don't they play it on the radio?
So turn it up on your stereo
Still bringing love everywhere we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Why don't they play it on the radio?
So turn it up on your stereo
Still bringing love everywhere we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Ya run for the hills when the truth's told
Like the kick on the mag on a four-four
We too much grip for your hands to hold
All cock back with no ammo all the hype
From a band that's so-so
In every land that you speak it's a no-no
So live it up now because you gone tomorrow
All of a sudden you suckin' and the
People love it from front row to offstage
And now you need no introduction
It's frontin' and bluffin' and now
You givin' out instructions?
Nothing for nothing but I don't really think I want it
(Give me music, make me jump and thrush
We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
I'm making music that sound like dat)
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Too hood to act new, see through you
My point of view
You just did what we already do and the
Game ain't lookin' like it used to
Too many things ya lost control
Ya all sold out for the fools gold
Is it too much street or heart and soul or
Is it too much color for your rock and roll?
All of a sudden you suckin' and the
People love it from front row to offstage and
Now you need no introduction
You was frontin' and bluffin' and now
You givin' out instructions?
Nothing for nothing but I don't really
Think I want this
(Give me music, make me jump and thrush
We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
I'm making music that sound like dat)
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Why don't they play it on the radio?
So turn it up on your stereo
Still bringing love everywhere we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, ya all lost control
Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Why don't they play it on the radio?
So turn it up on your stereo
Still bringing love everywhere we go
Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Daniels, Marcos Curiel, Jordan Miller, Jason Bell, Paul Sandoval, Noah Bernardo
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Veritas
- LIES WE TELL OURSELVES
- I WON'T BOW DOWN
- Afraid to Die - Single
- Drop (feat. Randy Blythe) - Single
- When Angels & Serpents Dance (2022 Remixed & Remastered)
- When Angels & Serpents Dance (2022 Remixed & Remastered)
- Tell Me Why (2022 Remixed & Remastered)
- Addicted (2022 Remixed & Remastered)
- Satellite (Expanded Edition; 2021 Remaster)
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