Lyrics:
you
I don dey talk too much I don dey sound like a preacher
Pamela o come nearer oh, Make I see you pon my radar oh
Pamela o come nearer oh, Make I see
the fuck it's based off
The whips they coppin' done gifted options to front the pay off
Fell short of ranges, no wonder we flyin' under radars
Til Abhi
I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future
Over the skin of silk are scars
From the splinters of stations
probably own a radar gun
All about her
Aw man, yeah, she player one
Pulling out my Yellow Card
Cause I can't be The Only One
So Appalled in feature
Ye, so
as a quasar
Mind fast as a race car
I ain't going if it ain't far
Can't still be under the radar
Last mixtape set the bar so you it's some standards I can't
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o'er
Where you flying to?
I'm a flyer too
Little spaceships flying over
Stappiamo bocce donpero
Poi guardiamo bocce dal vivo davvero
Mentre giochiamo alla PlayStation
Vieni in boschetto che mi trovi in station
Niente borghesi non
And this is it, I'm climbing on the radar
This is my fix, I'm coming with my own sound
Beginning to feel like I'm the rebound
Standing for my own
on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on
Put
the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on
Put your
The flying red horse from the gasoline wars
Took off from her station in the sun
Turning her back on the pack at the pump
She jumped down from
be me come dey look for me
If he want killi me killi me make I die
I am never following you to that station
If he want killi me killi me make I kpai
I
I'm suppose to wait
Ya brain is hardwired
Keep your two cent
To yourself
For the latest
Next star media
To miss the release radar
And be lacking
With
ceiling fan and she be too
She don't fuck with no silly man
Imma motherfucking G
I be watching on my radar
She got hella hoes but don't talk to em Im way
CHORUS
Informer deh inna the police station
Informer deh inna the police station
Informer deh inna the police station
What the hell Babylon dem want?
inspiration
On that pirate radio station
Coming out of Luxembourg and Budapest
Radio signal, clear as can be
I'm so deep in love that I can hardly see
celui qui nettoie la merde
Qu'il a pas chié
Sang froid à la station d'essence
On laisse croire qu'on a pas chaud
On a le talent qu'on possède
Toi t'as pas
Smoke a-puffin', tires a hummin'
Burnin' up the road
Countin' road signs and the miles to Baltimore
One eye out for weighin' stations
One for radar
If im not on your radar then your radars broke
Tell these mfs that im coming tho
Exes calling they don't wanna let me go
Got the chain on my neck with
a year or maybe more."
"Jes' stand him on me landin' pad, I'll pay him off for sure.
And drop him 40 kilotons of high grade ore."
The radar station
Prefabrication across the nation
You do like I do
We clean our stations
Round and round
Information goes
No one told you
No one knows
The local
knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I assume
We get radar on fool in dem livin' rooms
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin' around here drippin' sweat
Window open wide
Blowing through the north
No radar gun in sight
Moon shines on the asphalt
Two eyes in the dark
Young doe in the high-beams
In a whip that you've never seen before
Never blipped on your radar screen before
You're doing what I was doing when I did it a couple magazines ago
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