I can't turn my radar off
I can't turn my radar off
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
I don't wanna know what day of the week this is
Or who's the weakest link
Or what these people think
I'm knee deep in beeps and clicks
When the radar blips my experience lives
So I know how they fit and I know what to think
That's retro rudeboy kitchen sink
That's left wing right wing green or pink
Tweed or weed it beeps and blinks
But if I could lose this radar
Bust loose from the news the adman and all this shit
Then maybe
When I see dude's hair and shoes
I wouldn't assume that I knew them
Maybe
When I heard a tune then
I'd listen without hearing all the reviews
And maybe
I could get to know me get past the labels and do what I do
With that gram coke
You ain't paying for the buzz you could
a bought ten pills with that cash
You're paying for a parking spot on the radar
Ever so edgy so flash
Like a pop star chilling with gangsters in a posh frock
Or with a supermodel wearing fat
gold chains and her cool kicks
Plus if it's a vital hit
Every box ticked
Built with a radar toolkit
Oh who's this
I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses
Tick tock backpack flash on my screen
Muslim Skateboarding Marxist
When you hear The Beatles or Bob Dylan
Can you forget the status and properly listen
Can I ever get past the packaging
Parasite soundbye type blurbalism
Color my vision
With your new era cap
Leather avirex and brrap brrap
You're clear on my radar
With your skinny fit jeans
Pointy shoes and key chains
You're clear on my radar
With your chinos
Rosy cheeks and pink pinstripe shirt
You're clear on my radar
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Just by the color of your skin
My radar says what box you're in
So I'll keep you in that
And do you say safe
Nice one
Cool
Or fabulous
'Cause I say
Fuck that
I'm swimming in the trivia
Wrapped in maps and plastic
New categories and classics
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes like radars flashing
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes stay dead and flashing
I can't turn my radar off
I can't turn my radar off
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
I don't wanna know what day of the week this is
Or who's the weakest link
Or what these people think
I'm knee deep in beeps and clicks
When the radar blips my experience lives
So I know how they fit and I know what to think
That's retro rudeboy kitchen sink
That's left wing right wing green or pink
Tweed or weed it beeps and blinks
But if I could lose this radar
Bust loose from the news the adman and all this shit
Then maybe
When I see dude's hair and shoes
I wouldn't assume that I knew them
Maybe
When I heard a tune then
I'd listen without hearing all the reviews
And maybe
I could get to know me get past the labels and do what I do
With that gram coke
You ain't paying for the buzz you could
a bought ten pills with that cash
You're paying for a parking spot on the radar
Ever so edgy so flash
Like a pop star chilling with gangsters in a posh frock
Or with a supermodel wearing fat
gold chains and her cool kicks
Plus if it's a vital hit
Every box ticked
Built with a radar toolkit
Oh who's this
I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses
Tick tock backpack flash on my screen
Muslim Skateboarding Marxist
When you hear The Beatles or Bob Dylan
Can you forget the status and properly listen
Can I ever get past the packaging
Parasite soundbye type blurbalism
Color my vision
With your new era cap
Leather avirex and brrap brrap
You're clear on my radar
With your skinny fit jeans
Pointy shoes and key chains
You're clear on my radar
With your chinos
Rosy cheeks and pink pinstripe shirt
You're clear on my radar
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Just by the color of your skin
My radar says what box you're in
So I'll keep you in that
And do you say safe
Nice one
Cool
Or fabulous
'Cause I say
Fuck that
I'm swimming in the trivia
Wrapped in maps and plastic
New categories and classics
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes like radars flashing
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes stay dead and flashing
I can't turn my radar off
I can't turn my radar off
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
Anyone anything
I'ma put it in the box
I don't wanna know what day of the week this is
Or who's the weakest link
Or what these people think
I'm knee deep in beeps and clicks
When the radar blips my experience lives
So I know how they fit and I know what to think
That's retro rudeboy kitchen sink
That's left wing right wing green or pink
Tweed or weed it beeps and blinks
But if I could lose this radar
Bust loose from the news the adman and all this shit
Then maybe
When I see dude's hair and shoes
I wouldn't assume that I knew them
Maybe
When I heard a tune then
I'd listen without hearing all the reviews
And maybe
I could get to know me get past the labels and do what I do
With that gram coke
You ain't paying for the buzz you could
a bought ten pills with that cash
You're paying for a parking spot on the radar
Ever so edgy so flash
Like a pop star chilling with gangsters in a posh frock
Or with a supermodel wearing fat
gold chains and her cool kicks
Plus if it's a vital hit
Every box ticked
Built with a radar toolkit
Oh who's this
I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses
Tick tock backpack flash on my screen
Muslim Skateboarding Marxist
When you hear The Beatles or Bob Dylan
Can you forget the status and properly listen
Can I ever get past the packaging
Parasite soundbye type blurbalism
Color my vision
With your new era cap
Leather avirex and brrap brrap
You're clear on my radar
With your skinny fit jeans
Pointy shoes and key chains
You're clear on my radar
With your chinos
Rosy cheeks and pink pinstripe shirt
You're clear on my radar
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Don't know you for shit
But I know all of it
Know the coordinates instead
Just by the color of your skin
My radar says what box you're in
So I'll keep you in that
And do you say safe
Nice one
Cool
Or fabulous
'Cause I say
Fuck that
I'm swimming in the trivia
Wrapped in maps and plastic
New categories and classics
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes like radars flashing
And when I look in the mirror
I just see the labels
Eyes stay dead and flashing