Gullible (feat. CeeLo Green)

Would you believe that?

If you read that? Oh

TV killed the radio

TV killed the radio, haha

Let's get it

What if they told you this music was bogus?

The government-run it, they controllin' the culture

Would you believe that? Hah

If you read that? Haha, yeah

What if they told you the iPhone was tapped?

They see all of your browsin' and know you via your apps

And Twitter and Instagram is really like middlemen

The internet soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs

Oh, what they said, Obama wasn't a red

He actually got a good ass tan

And the swag to appear black, hah

Would you believe that? **** impeach that, look

How 'bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?

So now your go put one in, relying off that emotion

And believe that, haha

You know you do it with your weak ass, hah, hah

What if they make a list, telling you what is dope?

Telling you what's hip, but never let they mother jump

Part in the flow with consistence, control they many souls

Although it's ****, it's loaded by television shows

Opinions show, but most to us they null and void

A little gossip make little people feel more important

Some don't believe, somehow they need it for the allure

A lot of bull is a pot of gold to the gullible, yeah

I turn down the radio

Just to turn the tv on (On, on)

I live my whole life in stereo

Always singing my old song (Song, song)

As it flows into my vein (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

As it flows into my vein, yeah (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

TV killed the radio

TV killed the radio

TV killed the radio

And then the internet slit the television throat

And then the WorldStar model fell up outta orbit

And for that broad, a rapper now is behind his mortgage

And other rappers would visit shawty, shawty keep goin'

And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it

'Cause he believed her

Thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl

News flash, news flash, it's a cruel world

And no one's too thorough to lose it all to a girl, uh

What if they told you your chick was a groupie?

You know, like a ho, the type that be choosing

You gon' play it like nah, homie, soon as the car pull up

Tell her you'll holler at her, say get in and goin' lose it, uh

TV killed the radio, ah

TV killed the radio

TV killed the, fuck it

And then the internet slit the television throat

When I moved forward, I gave birth to several episodes

Our generation is cursed, we got too many clones

We just believe they gon' repeat what we just told

And all that bull is a pot of gold to the gullible, Ralph

I turn down the radio

Just to turn the tv on (On, on)

I live my whole life in stereo

Always singing my old song (Song, song)

As it flows into my vein (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

As it flows into my vein, yeah (Wake up, wake up, wake up)

Josh, spruce things up a little bit

Turn me up some more, baby, I'm rockin' now

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight

Miss Reesey, I see you in the back baby, oh, yeah, haha

Uh, uh, shout out to the Slutty Boyz, too

You hear that, uh, you, hear the Dap Kings in the back?

Young Dallas, two bitches, two bitches, hah

I feel good right now

I just want to talk to my people without preaching

Hard to believe it, "Gifted!"