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Radar
Track_05

Radar

Poet_Notes:

"Radar is Frith Hilton's fifth attempt at saying the same words; he's head over heels for Ester Bron."

[Intro]

Fresh Boy Chilling

Hello girl

I see your radar, it's hella raining out there

Oh why, it's just one, it's like every other

[Verse 1]

Shout it out, way out here

That you're loving everything that I do

Let's make out on the beach, body inching floor

That's my door to your temple

I'm feeling like I've got another candle

I'ma light it up, watch the view on the TV flow

Let the moods roll

I'm grilling out here with this love that I've got coursing through my veins

Share it, you can whisper in my ear if you're shy

Cos we got the camera on too close to your face

And you never left last year

Still reminiscing over all the things we could still do out here

[Verse 2]

I got a radar and a scene on everything

A bus was just burning there

Just like dollar rounds

We both know

Showing off again

Had her ass out to the camera

Posting it next like a bad PITA

I'm done with this

I'ma smoke another blunt just to feel I'm really hurt

Since you're done, put her on the phone

To my ears, I hear the words that are like a fuss

Too Rick aware, though I get the verve

She's marking, and it's yours

Fuck it out like that

Burning off like that

When I got a turbo, I bring it out to the floor like that

She loves the shoutout

Telling me, she's not fond of that

I still keep your name on hush, what a joke!

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