[the sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
[the sounds of someone tuning a station on the radio] A great day for a tune
[The sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
-ggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki?s curves, swing at the baseball I beat your brakes off H-H-Hi, I?m Tune?, salt in the wound I?
when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin
live my dream, but I cannot even sleep I would like to taste the rain somewhere close to paradise But I'm paralyzed I would like to play guitar, but it's always out of tune
phone I'd pick her up and dial the fire brigade or zero zero zero she stopped me in my tracks and I said ‘mmm hchello hchello...’ I was sleeping
sugar in your tea The knock upon your back door The twist that turns your key Am I the sweat you feel on your hand The shadow on your face The tune
a tune so sweet is passin' by Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore Sleep
Up near the border where the cruel white water Drowns vagabond who sleeps too low Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns Tracked the misty mountain
The face at the edge of the banquet The cool, the cool river The cool, the cool river I believe in the future I may live in my car My radio tuned to
Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
Back in the day when shit was crackin' Niggas pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the a-raps headin' Even when I sleep
A summer day is gone Listen to the evening wind Singing tunes of tamarind Into the setting sun You lie in twilight sleep Dreaming colors deep Today all
and I know I got ya head gone Either slow or faster, girl When I gone how you trippin' is a disaster, girl When I step up to da tunes of da Neptunes
