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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
J. Jonsin
J. Jonsin
Programming
D. Karmiol
D. Karmiol
Guitar
Danny Morris
Danny Morris
Keyboards
Finatik n Zac
Finatik n Zac
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
James Scheffer
James Scheffer
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Danny Morris
Danny Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Jonsin
J. Jonsin
Producer
Jason Thomas Wilkie
Jason Thomas Wilkie
Recording Engineer
Nikolas Marzouca
Nikolas Marzouca
Recording Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station but I'm still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It's hard to handle so I change the channel on the
Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star, hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star
[Verse 2]
Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed
Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave
It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Peppers give it away
Now we got ten year olds sittin' back in the chair like those were the days
And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
And I'm in the am flipping through the AM like I lost my crutch, limpin'
'Cause I can't even walk straight if I can't turn it up
Sippin', I need some gin and juice Snoop Dog, I brought my cup
What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
'Cause I think we had about enough of radio's and lunch with the love bugs
Well, let me give you a big hug, a bag of mushrooms, here take some drugs
And play some group home or somethin'
And shit the goodies mobs soul food is bumpin', rewind
[Verse 3]
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station but I'm still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It's hard to handle so I change the channel on the
Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star, hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star
[Verse 4]
You'll never hear black star cause the program director is mostly deaf
And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible belt
But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine
Let 'em rhyme, let 'em hustle, let 'em grind
Nothin' wrong with the truth sometimes
Sometimes the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art
And you didn't even know you had a window till the tornado blew it apart
If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine then there's no harm
Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls, I can sing about money and cars
Not that my money is large, let's talk about broke as a joke
Let's talk about getting evicted, everything you own thrown out on the road
And maybe that there goes gold, shit, maybe it's platinum sold
But they don't want to see the green leaves from pirates gold
No, hold up, rewind
[Verse 5]
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station but I'm still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It's hard to handle so I change the channel on the
Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star, hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star
[Verse 6]
Pick up the change, pick up the change
Ride in a Chevy 'cause I'm sick of the Range
Catfish Billy come pick up the name
Come on inside if you're sick of the rain
Turn the radio off and don't complain
It's all a replay, it's all the same
Got one drag on a runaway train
On a one way street, better pick your lane
[Verse 7]
Yeah but you could let me pick your brain
And we could be that rolling stone
Mix 'em up with Janis Joplin
And let 'em harmonize like Bone
Or we could  just leave it alone
And let it take on a life of it's own
Or we could be that world class wreckin' crew
And tell 'em turn the lights back on, come on
[Verse 8]
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station but I'm still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It's hard to handle so I change the channel on the
Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star, hit the radio
We can make a make a video
Now I'm a star
Written by: D. Morris, Isaac De Boni, James Scheffer, Michael Atha, Michael Mule
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