I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I'm still facin' 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 amazin' to me
That the labels lost the touch
And I'm in the AM flippin' 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, okay, shut up
'Cause I think we had enough of
Radio's 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 somethin'
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 facin' 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 Mos'tly Def
And you'll never hear Triple Six
'Cause we live in the mist 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 facin' 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'm 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 Janice 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 facin' 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
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