In that morning haze underneath that willow tree. It's getting warm. Another lazy day just praying for no rain. And then the sky is born. The sky is born. Get on up, get on up. Get on up, get on
the crowd. Speakers blown cuz we get so loud. Never sell out but our shows sold out. Get 'em like "HEY!". Gettin' torn up in the middle of the day. Radical Something, you know what they say. "Once you
Bài hát Hang Out - Radical Something. And yo I crave the feeling of my feet . Walking on the heat down Avalon Street. The concretes crunching underneath . My trucks are tweaked. And my lady's Santa