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metro bandz® – radio daze lyrics

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[laugh]
oh that ain’t sh-t
we phly over here baby

yeah, i’m on my radio daze
i’m doing a million things
i feel like i’m stuck in a maze
but i see a million ways
they tell me to pick up the pace
when really it isn’t their place
coz really it isn’t a race
i pray that they get off my case

[verse 1]
let me preach let me please tell the kids in the street
quit the lean, quit the drugs, keep the weed, keep it clean
if it’s green it’s a spiff get it lit
people think that this musical thing is a breeze
that it’s easy like please, it’s a cycle of sh-t with a puddle of p-ss – n-gg-r preach
all along – me, my dogs we’ve been breaking the law
doing things that we shouldn’t have
we’ve been doing this; we’ve been doing that just to pay the bills
never ever did i think i’d ever see myself in a van
coz this sh-t will turn a boy to a man but if you give me words
bandz a make em dance
these are thoughts that i have with myself but i’m grateful to god
for the strength that i have, for the friends that i have, for the friends that i left
now that i’ve found myself out of this predicament
money never ever make a man, it’s funny that i never get deterred
man and that’s a fact
give me test and i’ll break a pen or i’ll break a leg
of anyone that’s tryna block my way
yeah yeah – yeah

[chorus]
i’m on my radio daze
i’m doing a million things
i feel like i’m stuck in a maze
but i see a million ways
they tell me to pick up the pace
when really it isn’t their place
coz really it isn’t a race
i pray that they get off my case

[verse 2]
they want a contest, i whip my d-ck out
they checking progress, i run the program
we smoking purple, but this ain’t a pimp house
get with the program, we’re tryna live loud
shout out to cooper he came off the wood work
he hand me rope, and i reached out and took that
i’m h-lla grateful i’m tryna prove that
prove i can turn that one two buck to two bag
we’re running up and then down out in joburg
check out the style fam we do it like no man
i’m sick and tired of all of the lip work
i work my pocket to do all the talking
wheeling and dealing fam i have no ceiling
i am the type that got chucked in the deep end
but i started swimming, hand me the paper we cleaning
all of my salads are pretty
this ain’t no trap tune, this is a slow jam
we going back to f-cking with no man
this ain’t no chit-chat, this is all factual
they’re moving side-ways , they’re moving lateral
they cannot feel all the things that i’m feeling
coz they haven’t been in the places i’ve been in
man i’ve seen an angel go dance with the devil
and i am not perfect, i’m shaking my demons
all that i have on my mind is that
we are not handling things like we did it before
all that i have on my mind is that
we will not f-ck with the people we f-cked with before

[chorus]
i’m on my radio daze
i’m doing a million things
i feel like i’m stuck in a maze
but i see a million ways
they tell me to pick up the pace
when really it isn’t their place
coz really it isn’t a race
i pray that they get off my case
yeah

daze – things – maze
ways – pace – place
race – case