Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radioradio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radioradio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

You can’t hide from me There ain’t no tricks that you can try on me I know your every move before you even breathe baby Thinking you know something I don’t know but my eyes, my eyes, my eyes Like a telescope You left your troubles in my head, in my head

Moving up slowly, she comes Moving up slowly, inertia keeps Moving up slowly, inertia creeps I want to x you, she comes I caught your radioradio waves Say you string me along Say she comes, say she comes Recollect me darling, raise me to your lips Two

Payin' attention But I'm not You have not been paying attention All hail to the thief But it's not (We're on. That's a nice way to start Johnny) Are you such a dreamer

When you've got to feel it in your bones You see, you've got to feel it in your bones I don't want to be crippled and cracked Shoulders and wrists, knees and back Ground to dust and ash Crawling on all fours Now I can't climb the stairs Pieces missing

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

Are you gonna play me, though, This song was never meant for the radioradio And I don't have time for a playlist How much will you pay me though? I get in forget the radioradio spin, I'm just doing my thing, I never had a playlist in my heart, oho Now I need an A

You're my man of war And the worms will come for you Drift all you like From ocean to ocean Search the whole world But drunken confessions And hijacked affairs Will just make you more alone