i get sick of that same song
all day long on the radio
and i ain't saying yo play no chef on the radio
cause yo i hope that's what you're all waiting on
but the whole damn cd sale is gone
we got labels waiting to rape us all
ain't it so cause the radio is gotta save us all man
and i ain't gonna break your balls
if you hit that goal with a fake ass song on the radio
i just hate it all don't take me high don't take me low
don't make me feel like flying no
it don't bring me nothing first of all
shit's just in i heard it all man
on the radio yeah the radio
on the radio yeah the radio
what do they pay you for?
don't get me started on them dj's
walking in the club with a briefcase
full of cheap tapes thinking eighties shit give me a break
don't stock up in magazine pages
those who don't know what they need saying
let's go where the tv takes us
imma going some shows they got some flow
coke-heads with long toes
pirates screaming cats are stealing
i know how that may sound and seem
but i'll be the chef pof my own ingredients
sea-sick man don't eat it
on the radio yeah the radio
on the radio yeah the radio
what do they pay you for?
that much airplay no music
who's in control when i'm doing it all
even better how does one ruin it all
what's the clue of it all
trying to get a little bit information
turn it to a little bit inspiration
i miss the days that i spent like crazy
play me that same old shit
on the radio yeah the radio
on the radio yeah the radio
what do they pay you for?
on the radio yeah the radio
on the radio yeah the radio
what do they pay you for?