Radio

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

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

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

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 ‘em rhyme

Let ‘em hustle, let ‘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

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

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 ‘em up with Janis Joplin, and let ‘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 ‘em turn the lights back on... come on

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