歌词
作词 : Jonah K Calles
作曲 : Jonah K Calles
Broadcast is online
Fantastic on time
Sit back and unwind
It's happening
They tapped in
Intend a miss a mishappening
Said I didn't?
Then I tend to get active
With the pen I can quil a quip, magic
In the end it'll end a bit tragic
Oh
How sad it is
Don't know a mind that is as bad as his
Been so refined, and you're just adequate
So when I tow the line, man you just atta quit
You'll have no home to find
So what's the matter kid?
Wow strife, dramatic
There's no time for static
A soul's life
I bag it and fuel light
Their Vatican
No might, I'm 'bouta flip so bright
I'm pounding this low-lifer
Down a bit big G with the schemes I'm writing
How I topple a TV titan
They're pleading
To stop and to see the light quick they're pleading
To stop and the leash will tighten no leaving
The spot why bother
Stop, man I'm hotter
Contractor God, man thought I'm mah father
Pull out the plug, I sock' it I sauter
Not with that Vox guy, box 'em I slaughter
I come to play
They run run away
I'd love to stay
But none can hold me down
You pray
I run run the game
Because all that I'm saying is true
And it's too late for you
Dreaming up a thing you wanting too bad
Get to dealing with the demon that can do that
Or you'll end up as a theme inside a news stand
If you're screw up the scene, you better move back
He's a fiend, I'm meaning true that
A Radio Demon, you hear the screaming on a new track
Sway to the beat of the tune, tapping their feet is feeding
To even think of playing me
I'm leaving 'em too mad and they're like
Wow bro, bit of a low blow
Villain every minute I spit it
Don't go slow
I'm killing the whole show
I'm killing 'em, no more
I grin on 'em, go throw
I split 'em like Gojo
Big judge, up the gavel or go home
Owl, in the words of the council don don
Ever a sinner, never been so low
All I want is all of the heads who sit on the old throne
No bro
That's so sad, unfortunate, know that
For sure it's a known fact
No needing to go back
And pleading a tone past
What's even atoned masses
Leaving the homes trash to feed on the bone grasp
Even a hope like they holo-booking
Radio made 'cause I'm not for looking
It's all grade A, when he's gots to cooking
Wanna play games, I think you probably shouldn't
I come to play
They run run away
I'd love to stay
But none can hold me down
You pray
I run run the game
Because all that I'm saying is true
And it's too late for you
I come to play
They run run away
I'd love to stay
But none can hold me down
You pray
I run run the game
Because all that I'm saying is true
And it's too late for you