Shit On The Radio (Remember The Days)

Oh, ooh, 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 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'd 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 Oh, afraid of heights 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 (now you're feeling me, and now you're feeling me) Myself (and now you're feeling me, and now you're feeling me now) Myself (and now you're feeling me, are you feeling me now?) Myself (why you gotta be so, so mean?) Why ya hurt me, hurt me, hurt me (myself) Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me so? (myself) Leave me down, down, down, down low (myself) Down, da down, down, da down, da down, down, down (myself) Now, I'm comin' at you on the radio tonight (myself) 'Cause I like my shit played loud and clear over the radio (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 (myself) --- Shit on the Radio (Remember the Days) - Nelly Furtado