On The Radio – E-Dubble – letras

Back when dj’s stillcould play what they wantedUs lil’ tikes didn’t carehow hard you stuntedAll we wanted was to hear that fresh shit blastHit pause on the tape deck if it was trashMixtapes were tapes not playlists andWe made em’in real time so makeshiftWait for the station and grab my tapesGot my trigger finger ready for the top eight at eight(Now how the fuck) is this little guy pants still really highListening to let me ride by doctor dreWell I’ll tell you, I went and stole my sisters tapesAnd they had the tipper sticker so they cursed away(And ms gore) and dolores tucka please listen upIntentions were good but you still fucked upYou can’t touch up an artform like oursAnd you made lil’ e-dub want to spit barsGo hard!You listen to it twice ’cause the dj was asleepUh uh uh on the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(And I wanna be)On the radio!On that jambox, turn that jam upThat’s me mo’fucker so just put your hands upToast those jazzers, we aren’t averageWe can make magic, we are young mavericksWe can warch labyrinth debate david bowieAnd talk about how the song in the movieIs a poem and this is poetry, and we roll with thesePunches and minutes and days until its over weWon’t stop until the last breathAnd this music keeps us human till deathA four chord progression so def thatA tear slips out your eye and your leftBreathless, relentless unkemptBut you feel so free those words were unsaidYeah, e-mails were unsentAnd for 3 good minutes you ditched that regret’Cause you!You listen to it twice ’cause the dj was asleepUh uh uh on the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(We all wanna be)On the radio!(And I wanna be)On the radio!