Radar

I can't turn my radar off

I can't turn my radar off

Anyone, anything，I'm put it in the box

Anyone, anything I'm put it in the box (x2)

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

***** or ****, it beeps and blinks

But if I could lose this radar

Bust loose from the news, the adman, and all this s**t

Then maybe

When I see dude's hair and shoes I wouldn't

assume that I knew themMaybe

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

I can't turn my radar off

I can't turn my radar off

Anyone, anything，I'm put it in the box

Anyone, anything I'm put it in the box (x2)

With that gram coke

You ain't paying for the buzz, you coulda 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

I can't turn my radar off

I can't turn my radar off

Anyone, anything，I'm put it in the box

Anyone, anything I'm put it in the box (x2)

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 s**t

But I know all of it Know the coordinates instead

Don't know you for s**t

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 (x2)

**** 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 (x2)

Eyes stay dead and flashing

I can't turn my radar off

Anyone, anything，I'm put it in the box

I can't turn my radar off (*n)