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Artist: Nelly Furtado
Title: Shit On The Radio /
Remember The Days
Oh oh, oh oh
You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop ain't going solo
You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
But now I’m just too mainstream for you, oh no
You liked me 'til you seen me on your TV
Well if you’re so low below then why you watching
You say good things come to those who wait
Well I’ve been waiting a long time for it
I remember the days
When I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was
Just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away
I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day
I decided to stay true to myself
You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well I never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth, I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it’s a lot of yearning
Your face, the colors change from green to yellow
To the point where you can’t even say hello
You tell me you’d kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that’s what you expect from me, like that’s what I’m about
I remember the days
When I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was
Just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away
I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day
I decided to stay true to myself
It’s so much easier to stay down there
Guaranteeing you’re cool
Than to sit up here exposing myself
Trying to break through
Than to burn in the spotlight (Open fire)
Turn in the spitfire (Open fire)
Scream without making a sound (Open fire)
Be up here without looking down (Open fire)
Because we’re all afraid of heights (Hey...)
I remember the days
When I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was
Just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away
I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And now you curse the day
I decided to stay true to myself
Myself
Myself
Myself
Myself (Are you feeling me? Are you feeling me?)
Myself (Are you feeling me? Are you feeling me now?)
Myself (Are you feeling me? Are you feeling me now?)
Myself (Well you gotta be feeling
me)
Myself (Why ya hurt me, hurt me,
hurt me, hurt me)
Myself (Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
so?)
Myself (Leave me down, down, down,
down low)
Myself (Leave me down, down, down,
down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down low)
Myself (I’m coming at ya on the
radio tonight)
Myself (Cause I like that shit
played loud and clear over the radio-o-o-o)
Myself (Shit on the radio)
Myself (Shit on the radio)
Myself (Shit on the radio)
Myself (Shit on the radio)
Myself (Shit on the radio...)
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