Radio by Torn Lyrics

[Verse]

I'm standing in my room, looking out the window
I go down, I need a broom, to clean up my indoors
It's a mess in here, I'll surely need a mop, of course
I grab these tools and drop the others to clean up these fools
But the blood in my hands is still liquid
Tripping down my fingers, I lick it so I don't need no quitting
And now no more slipping, damn I am nasty
These boys wanted to bring me down so I away passed them
The fast way, I ain't no shook
I'm a crook son so what the fuck you gonna do?
Mad ginger and his friend are long gone
And I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on

[Hook: SaraP]

I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on
I can still hear their radio on, on