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Bumpin Uglies - "Radio" feat. Tropidelic (Official Video)

Bumpin Uglies - "Radio" feat. Tropidelic (Official Video) Listen to 'Radio' here: https://ffm.to/xeq689e More from Bumpin Uglies: Loud & Clear:    • Bumpin Uglies - "Loud & Clear" (Offic...   Predator:    • Bumpin Uglies - "Predator" (Official ...   Serotonin:    / 9aquw71d-e   Follow Bumpin Uglies: Website: https://www.bumpinugliesmusic.com/ Instagram:   / bumpinugliesmusic   Facebook:   / bumpinugliesmusic   Twitter:   / bumpinugliesmd   YouTube:    / bumpinuglies   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2q0Pl... Subscribe to the official Bumpin Uglies YouTube Channel:    / bumpinuglies   Visit our store for exclusive Bumpin Uglies merch! https://bumpinstore.com/ ----------------- Lyrics: I don't write songs for the radio I don't write songs for the radio I don't write songs for the radio I write songs for the stereos So turn it up until the speakers blow We're getting faded at the reggae show Now here we go Gimme a kick drum stacked with an 808 With that rub a dub bass and the bubble and skank Roland got me echoing filling the space You can season it to taste cause when it hits you in the face It's an addiction, and you aint ever quitting 10 years in with a hundred songs written 10 years in to a genre we don't fit in 10 years in and there ain't no one more legit, man I'm focused on my bars You’re focused on your pretty boy shit and becoming pop stars You got your PR teams While we're just four mother fuckers and a pint of what's cheap My lyrics are the product of the struggle that I bleed You’re lyrically regurgitating what you’ve seen succeed Rebel music has become Babylon I could babble on but I'll just reload and I will battle on, oh I don't write songs for the radio I write songs for the stereos So turn it up until the speakers blow We're getting faded at the reggae show Now here we go Ft. James Strips You started out hoping you could pay the rent You worked hard writing songs in the basement Hangin out with vagrants is always how your days were spent And your homies all told you stay patient It’s been few years now, still can't predict If you will ever tell your mama that you made it But your counterparts only have half the heart But livin life real large doin fake shit So you got a manager then an agent Made a plan and learned all the basics Built a brand, demand and persuasion Now your dream's become occupation And although at you’re at the table eating steak and shrimp All you seem to feel is forsaken Not happy slappin on the label to be doing what you’re able Even though it brings home the bacon Ft. Matt Roads Put me on the radio and turn me soft Cuz I wanna hear my voice when I turn it off When I become a pretender I'll remember the cost While I'm busy getting sniffy in my loft with a supermodel Different strokes for different folks Some like being legit but without being broke, hard to do both Guess I'm content just doing everything I can Staying loyal to the band and the man that I am Under produced but overly motivated Substance abuse is keeping me agitated Bad life decisions are how I am educated But I’m authentic and that cannot be debated Whispers in my ears coming from crooks and thieves They are the worker bees of the industry Trying to tear me apart to build me up On top of its foundation and I have had enough I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for my sanity Cause writing is the only place that I find any clarity It's therapy, something that’s always been there for me You’re fucking with my craft and you best be treading carefully I'll be remembered for my lyrics and the fire that I sing em with I'm tired of the hypocrites and liars they're all full of shit I'll burn this fucker down before I change what I am I might die a poor poet but I’ll live a free man I don't write songs for the radio I write songs for the stereos So turn it up until the speakers blow We're getting faded at the reggae show Now here we go #BumpinUglies #Radio

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