Radar

[Rearviewmirror]

Verse 1:
With an IQ of Forrest Gump
Covered in synthetic shit
Boob jobs for their 14th birthday
Showing their cunts for publicity
Looking like clones and stereotypically
Well, no wonder I want out
I want out

Chorus:
Under the radar, safe and sound
Counting the hours you’re no where to be found
Clueless of how you make them feel
Pretending that none of this shit is real
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I have not finished this one. Maybe somebody wanna help me or at least comment?