Turn Off the Radio Bob Vylan

[Intro: Raz Fresco]
People is sick and tired of hearing, "Darling, I bloodclaat love you"
You turn on the fucking radio, twenty-four bumboclaat hours a day
You hear, "Darling I love you"
I sick and tired of hearing that bumbo-bloodclaat—

[Verse 1: Bob Vylan]
Turn on the radio, take a listen, what you missing?
Real shit. How did we get to this position?
I can't believe the bullshit these man are spinning
Candyland bands all smiling and grinning
Meanwhile the whole country is hurting
There's a world outside, pull back the curtain
That don't revolve around your unrequited love
And how her touch is like a drug - pussy shut the fuck up
Lack of substance guiding the massеs
While real peoplе surviving on rations
Write a smash hit while the country is crashing
Your radio single lacks passion. Turn it off

[Chorus: Bob Vylan]
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off the radio
Turn off that bullshit