On Radar Songtext
von AGENT LILY

See you later wave in this scene
I can′t feel I'm just crossing exit
Numbernine on my thigh a receipt
On my radar a trip in this print
Why you tagging my name on this screen
I′m just calling a rain in my peace
Origin in my name in these pics
Originality industry

I flip high I fall and reflip
Chemistry in my thought in repeat
Evil eye in my brain I'm seeking
Purposing in my life in breathing
Can't believe what I keep believing
Got a style in my life in living
Got a style in my brain on making
On my radar I feel like living


In my way I been fucked stars
On my way out of feel stuck
I don′t question my feel shine
And my fit til my feel tight
Kill my fit pop that rock star
Final peace I recount stars
Let me breathe in my space time
U too much on my space time

On my radar frosting your talk
I′m in peace disturb me not in my seat
Why you act you know you guessing
What a feel on my thought I fuck shit
On my radar I feel like glitching
Why you test I just pass on ditching
Why you rate on the pics I'm laughing
I can see why you faking receipt

I keep all my sense on my radar
I kinda feel lit
In my feel on my radar

I keep on my sight in this era
My vision release
See my sight on my radar
See my sight on my radar

I been keeping thought in this brain til I breathe out
Til I crossed on this scene
In my thought til I breathe out
In my thought til I breathe out


Took a lot to be in this space
On my way out a trip industry
In this space on my way out
In this space on my way out

Kinda feel like I′m backing off scenes
Looking back in my thought on my radar
Why you fake on my face I can see
Look ahead in my thought on my radar
Numbernine on my thigh a receipt
Fuck a pic I just see in my flesh on
Got a style in my life in living
Why you tagging my name on this screen bro

I flip high I fall and reflip
Chemistry in my thought in repeat
Evil eye in my brain I'm seeking
Purposing in my life in breathing
Can′t believe what I keep believing
Got a style in my life in living
Got a style in my brain on making
On my radar I feel like living

My racks on peace
Spent a grand on my tees these Fedex stacks on
Perfect trees
On my way out of scenes resting my sight from
Rehab on feels
Got me move in my way I'm fasting steps bro
Way out of fakes
Cut them off on my radar got me clean bro

My purposes on my life in my sight I got them right bro
Feel right on feels
Grabbed a bag came alone across these metros
I catch on me
Think I′m diving on space on time on sight bro
Why you hate on me
Think I'm riding alone feel tight on space bro