[Verse 1]
Back when DJs still could play what they wanted
And us li'l tykes didn't care how hard you stunted
All we wanted was to hear that fresh shit blast
Hit pause on the tape deck if it was trash
Mixtapes were tapes not playlists
And we made 'em in real time so makeshift
Wait for the station and grab my tapes
Got my trigger finger ready for the top eight at eight
Now how the fuck is this little guy pants still really high
Listening to Let Me Ride by Dr. Dre
Well I'll tell you, I went and stole my sister's tapes
And they had the tipper sticker so they cursed away
And Ms. Gore and Dolores Tucker please listen up
Intentions were good but man you still fucked up
You can't touch an artform like ours
And you made li'l e-dub want to spit bars, go hard

[Hook]
On that radio, yo, what it be
We all wanna be, we all wanna be, ha
And I wanna be
We all wanna be, we all wanna be
And I wanna be, yeah, yeah, yeah
We all wanna be
[Verse 2]
Yeah, on that jambox, turn that jam up
That's me motherfucker so just put your hands up
Toast those jazzers, we are not average
We can make magic, we are young mavericks
We can watch Labyrinth, debate David Bowie
And talk about how the song in the movie is a poem
And this is poetry, and we roll with these
Punches, and minutes and days until its over, we
Won't stop until the last breath
And this music keeps us human 'till death
A four chord progression so def
That a tear slips out your eye and you're left
Breathless, relentless, unkempt, but you feel so free
Those words were unsaid
Yeah, emails were unsent
And for three good minutes you ditched that regret, 'cause you

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, on the radio
Yeah, yeah, we all wanna be, we all wanna be
And I wanna be
We all wanna be, we all wanna be
And I wanna be
We all wanna be