[Hook:]

[Hook:]
 I can't seem to get you off my mind
 Turn on the station and I'm still facing 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

[Verse 1:]
 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 amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
 And I'm in the AM flipping 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, OK, shut up
 Cause I think we had enough of
 Radios 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 something
 [bad word] that Goodie MoB Soulfood is bumpin'... rewind

[Hook:]
 I can't seem to get you off my mind
 Turn on the station and I'm still facing 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

[Verse 2:]
 Yeah,
 You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director's mostly 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, [bad word] maybe it's platinum sold
 But they don't wanna see the green rings from the pirates gold
 No, hold up rewind

[Hook:]
 I can't seem to get you off my mind
 Turn on the station and I'm still facing 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

[Verse 3:]
 Pick up the change, pick up the change!
 Ridin' a Chevy cause I' 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 it's own
 Or we could be that world class wreckin' crew
 And tell 'em turn the lights back on... come on

[Hook:]
 I can't seem to get you off my mind
 Turn on the station and I'm still facing you and
 Everybody seems to lost their mind
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