Petty Morals – Radio Action Lyrics

Whoa
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Don’t want to hear no static by my radio dial
Tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what I’m talking about
And if you get it right, you’ll hear it once in a while
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Stereophonic High Fidelity (Ooh, ooh yeah)
So tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what it’s all about
And if you give it a chance, you’re gonna see
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action now

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action now

Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

Luke Combs – When It Rains It Pours

Sunday morning, man, she woke up fighting mad
Bitching and moaning on and on ’bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone

So I went for a drive to clear my mind, ended up at a Shell on I-65

Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours

Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new found luck on that FM dial
And it’s crazy how, lately now, it just seems to come in waves
What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace

It’s got me thinking that her leaving is the only logical reason

That I got the last spot in the Hooter’s parking lot
And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart
She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call
And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club Raffle
Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes
For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours

And I’ve been on a hell of a redneck road for three weeks now
And it all started on the day that she walked out

Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours

The Underachievers – In My Zone (Renaissance Album)

[Intro]
Any leadership that teaches you to depend upon another race is a leadership that will enslave you
Any leadership that teaches you to depend upon another race is a leadership that will enslave you
They gave leadership to our fore parents and that leadership made them slaves
But we have decided to find a leadership of our own to make ourselves free men

[Verse 1: Solace]
The second coming can’t kiss the ring of the lord’s hand
The prophecy was fulfilled you looking at God’s plan
These niggas fragile we step on beetles like nomads
The desert eagle will thread the needle lets get the cash
I’m smoking good gas writing next Sunday’s mass
I treat the booth like the pulpit but I’m preaching facts
You know the devil trapped the heat burning nigga’s soul
These dummies plunging from their summit like geronimo
Solace is solid gold, bullets sonic spirals
Legend since the zygote
Poetic with the haikus
The young prince, the melanin (k)night skin
The lion of Zion who light saber strike lightning
The hood’s a trap and the cheese is catching the rats
I maneuver through the rodents like Garfield the fucking cat
I could tutor stupid students changing the way they act
I refuse to stoop to losing myself the fake will collapse
Just be me and shorty riding in that thing all black
Every time I hit the FM it be same old raps
Niggas love to follow lead they sound like slaves on tracks
I’m Django with the grip upon my horse blue slacks
I’m Anakin Skywalker same city as Shawn Carter
The infinite fly talker slept on like Trav Barker
But the pockets look awoken the game is looking like clones
I’m standing here all alone
Gifted inside my zone

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscious call
Confidence lost, [?] blowing just like an exhaust
Was a young bull with the strength nigga no weakness at all
Well that’s a lie cause in my mind I had to deal with my flaws
Zero degrees up in my heart me and my feelings divorced
I hit the block the coppers fight us like they Steven Seagal
Them vibrations getting crazy and you didn’t even call
But I continue cause Christ is in you, not Jesus alone
What’s on my menu? Kill every venue and leaving just bones
Cause I refuse to condone, stupid shit you niggas on
Ludicrous lil bitch be gone
I ain’t amused by your songs
I close my eyes, my soul is feeble
Look inside you hold the key
Fuck them lies don’t go to priests, she hypnotized by all this weed
I rectify my demons seed
Put pesticide on all you fleas
Undivided we elite
But you can share the throne with me

[Outro: AK The Savior]
Remember​ nights I used to wish to be up in the game
I’m built for this I feel the blood flowing through every vein
I tell my niggas handle biz I come back with them rings
I form my fist, then wrote a list, and I want everything
Remember​ nights I used to wish to be up in the game
I’m built for this I feel the bluff flowing through every vein
I tell my niggas handle biz I come back with them rings
I form my fist, then wrote a list, and I want everything

Maren Morris – My Church

[Verse 1:]
I’ve cussed on a Sunday
I’ve cheated and I’ve lied
I’ve fallen down from grace
A few too many times
But I find holy redemption
When I put this car in drive
Roll the windows down and turn up the dial

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Verse 2:]
When Hank brings the sermon
And Cash leads the choir
It gets my cold coal heart burning
Hotter than a ring of fire
When this wonderful world gets heavy
And I need to find my escape
I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling
Until my sins wash away

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Chorus:]
Hey, Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Kane Brown – Hometown letras

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

KANE BROWN – Hometown

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

KANE BROWN – Hometown lyrics

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

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All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown