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phfat - the radio lyrics

you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say mother—— on the radio
(x2)

rollin’ on my skateboard keeping sh-t basic
straight d-cks in cars tryna make me rock a facelift
skate quick
mess with me again and you’ll get punched in the face with my facebrick
all i know is love;
all you know is how to hate sh-t;
i hate this, crazy f-ckin’ mace b-tch
beemer (bmw) on my back, i fake a left
and then i break sh-t;
faceless in my hoodie so i reach inside my goodie bag
and grab a f-ckin’ can of matte black and make a face bag

f-ck rolling on my skateboard keepin’ sh-t basic;
i roll in outer sp-ce and change the weather with my skate tricks
the faces in their beemers on their phones;
i make them faceless, i never understand you being angry with my skate sh-t
i skate without a face b-tch, ram me with your car and get your face split
motherf-ckers arguing they dont know how to say sh-t;
w-nking in their car i kick my board up and they taste it
you never say sh-t when your face is made of bacon

you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say mother—— on the radio
(x2)

i’m rollin’ on my feet ‘coz my motherf-ckin’ skateboards broken
light a couple cigarettes like it’s hocus pocus;
pebbles settle on my feet while i f-ck the ocean;
lookin’ deep into my face b-tch
that’s hypnosis!

jelly dome, smooth’s and hopeless tattoos;
b-tch, sneak on the d-ck and hope your womb oozes
you lookin’ for trouble? we don’t have to be subtle;
‘coz i got rockets and shuttles i fill your pockets with bubbles

i’m oozing like my chlorophil infected blood stream;
pulling faces at the angels;
i’m slippin’ in an’ out of all the ages
it’s dangerous;
super spirits sipping on my game sh-t
feathers on my sneakers;
bleak dreamers on my pagers
i probably shouldn’t say this
but f-ck all the neighbours
i’m going to the beach with my syrup and my lazers
it’s basic
mikey called you out on all your lame sh-t;
disco f-cked your girl and narch doesn’t say sh-t

you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say —– on the radio
you can’t say mother—— on the radio
(x2)

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