paroles de chanson Never Touch a Black Man Radio - Jet 2
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
And
what
I
mean
by
that
Is
that
I
see
right
past
your
bullshit
trying
to
play
me
ho
Oh.
Call
me
in
the
middle
of
the
night
When
you
faded
You
only
text
me
when
you
faded
You
only
text
me
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
This
one
is
for
them
police
that
been
shooting
them
teens
You
can′t
walk
a
mile
in
their
shoes
Even
smile
if
you
try
to,
you
will
not
look
cute
in
them
jeans
Hip-hop
is
not
the
problem,
call
it
what
you
wanna
I
could
give
a
mother
fuck,
I'm
sorry
momma
I
am
legend,
I
am
Jerri
Jheto,
I
am
Bob
Marley,
I
am
Travon
Martin
I
am
starting
from
the
bottom,
hungry
alligator
Chew
tracks
by
the
numbers,
grab
your
calculator
Do
not
walk
into
my
swamp
You
will
get
slumped
Even
Donald
can
get
trumped
Feeling
aggravated,
I′m
just
glad
you
made
it
clear
My
rise
to
the
top
makes
you
scared
And
that
is
your
prominent
fear
I
have
no
fears,
I
am
just
fierce
The
happiest
man
in
the
happiest
place
on
earth
is
serious
Shit,
who
is
Jet
2?
You,
except
more
mysterious
Sentence
me
to
life
in
bars
My
sentences
give
life,
these
bars
Break
down
these
sentences
And
life
pretends
that
it
is
challenging
Only
atoms
can
get
at
him
I'm
a
pure
chemist
when
I'm
cooking
these
sentences
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
And
what
I
mean
by
that
Is
that
I
see
right
past
your
bullshit
trying
to
play
me
ho
Oh.
Call
me
in
the
middle
of
the
night
When
you
faded
You
only
text
me
when
you
faded
You
only
text
me
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
You
only
text
me
when
you
faded
Word
to
Jamal
Cristopher,
calls
missing
from
you
Don′t
understand
it;
time
to
do
that
was
when
you
had
it
But
instead,
you
chose
to
have
fun
And
now,
it′s
my
turn
I'm
′bout
to
gas
it
Go
and
getting
high,
sounding
like
you
took
acid
While
I
turn
my
room
to
a
kitchen,
cooking
classics
Stir
it
up,
little
darling,
stir
it
up
That's
what
it
looks
like
when
you
try
to
mirror
us
Open
doors,
thank
God;
didn′t
knock
you
up
Gotta
watch
from
the
stands,
get
binoculars
Only
Lord
knows
why
I
put
the
rock
on
ya
With
your
wandering
eye,
fix
your
ocular
With
your
hands
everywhere
like
an
octopus
Got
men
everywhere
because
you're
popular
Fake
tears
dripping
down,
better
stop
it
up
Almost
had
a
young
man
come
and
rob
us
up
All
them
days,
through
the
pain;
had
to
bottle
up
Always
did
everything
that
you
wanted
bruh
And
still
through
it
all,
it
was
not
enough
Hell
yeah,
I′m
pissed
off;
what
you
calling
for
What
gimmick
do
you
think
that
I'm
falling
for?
Bruh,
what?
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
And
what
I
mean
by
that
Is
that
I
see
right
past
your
bullshit
trying
to
play
me
ho
Oh.
Call
me
in
the
middle
of
the
night
When
you
faded
You
only
text
me
when
you
faded
You
only
text
me
Never
touch
a
black
man
radio
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