Eyes like radars flashing
ночное метро, суббота вечер
большая часть пассажиров в состоянии алкогольного опьянения, от умеренного до сильного. оглядываюсь вокруг, прикидываю, насколько такие попутчики были бы мне неприятны - вот только сейчас я с ними на одной волне.
перед выходом забыл выключить утюг. когда вернулся домой, воронка уже почти не дымила - все 14-этажное здание выгорело дотла.
хотя нет, наверное, утюг самостоятельно отключается, если им долго не пользоваться. осторожно попробовал его температуру - рабочая поверхность холодная. на корпусе моргает красный индикатор. наверное stand by
хожу по городу вот с этим в ушах.
предубеждение - с одного взгляда уже точно знаешь, чего ожидать и как относиться.
люди, события, предметы, эмоции, не имеет значения - раньше уже было либо то же самое, либо похожее точь-в-точь.
все заранее разложено по полочкам.
I can't turn my radar off
совершенно не мелодично.
I can't turn my radar off
I can't turn my radar off
Anyone, anything
I'm a put it in the box
Anyone, anything
I'm a 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
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 adverts and all this shit
Then maybe
When I see dude's hair and shoes then 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 coulda bought ten pills with that cash
You're paying for a parking spot on the radar
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 viral hit
Every box ticked
Built with a radar toolkit
Oh, who's this?
I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses
Tick box, 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 soundbyte type blurbalism
Color my vision
With your new era hat
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
by the color of your skin
My radar says what slot you're in
So I'll keep you in that
And do you say safe?
Nice one
Cool
Or fabulous
'Cause I say (x2)
Fuck that
Man, 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
большая часть пассажиров в состоянии алкогольного опьянения, от умеренного до сильного. оглядываюсь вокруг, прикидываю, насколько такие попутчики были бы мне неприятны - вот только сейчас я с ними на одной волне.
перед выходом забыл выключить утюг. когда вернулся домой, воронка уже почти не дымила - все 14-этажное здание выгорело дотла.
хотя нет, наверное, утюг самостоятельно отключается, если им долго не пользоваться. осторожно попробовал его температуру - рабочая поверхность холодная. на корпусе моргает красный индикатор. наверное stand by
хожу по городу вот с этим в ушах.
предубеждение - с одного взгляда уже точно знаешь, чего ожидать и как относиться.
люди, события, предметы, эмоции, не имеет значения - раньше уже было либо то же самое, либо похожее точь-в-точь.
все заранее разложено по полочкам.
I can't turn my radar off
совершенно не мелодично.
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I can't turn my radar off
Anyone, anything
I'm a put it in the box
Anyone, anything
I'm a 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
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 adverts and all this shit
Then maybe
When I see dude's hair and shoes then 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 coulda bought ten pills with that cash
You're paying for a parking spot on the radar
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 viral hit
Every box ticked
Built with a radar toolkit
Oh, who's this?
I like this artist 'cause he wears glasses
Tick box, 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 soundbyte type blurbalism
Color my vision
With your new era hat
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
by the color of your skin
My radar says what slot you're in
So I'll keep you in that
And do you say safe?
Nice one
Cool
Or fabulous
'Cause I say (x2)
Fuck that
Man, 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