Radical Honesty
My baby got me oiled up, play me like a coin-op
I'm skipping to the quoits, she hit me with the choices
She said "If you got to have the option, would you take me plus one?
Now I'll give you what I promised
Oh just tell me something honest"
Now I'm bathing in radical honesty
(But tan lines look so good on you)
And my words they need choreography
(Cause your feet they always got juice)
It's your beat I came for
It's your strut that keeps me good
Ain't got time for cold war
I won't find a better look
My baby got me spiced up, fill my hungry eyes up
Feed me apple on a knife yeah, hold me analyse me
I've already got my clothes off, hang the microphone up
And all these red flags just takes like cherries to me, to me
Now I'm bathing in radical honesty
(But tan lines look so good on you)
And my words they need choreography
(Cause your feet they always got juice)
It's your beat I came for
It's your strut that keeps me good
Ain't got time for cold war
I won't find a better look
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
I'm skipping to the quoits, she hit me with the choices
She said "If you got to have the option, would you take me plus one?
Now I'll give you what I promised
Oh just tell me something honest"
Now I'm bathing in radical honesty
(But tan lines look so good on you)
And my words they need choreography
(Cause your feet they always got juice)
It's your beat I came for
It's your strut that keeps me good
Ain't got time for cold war
I won't find a better look
My baby got me spiced up, fill my hungry eyes up
Feed me apple on a knife yeah, hold me analyse me
I've already got my clothes off, hang the microphone up
And all these red flags just takes like cherries to me, to me
Now I'm bathing in radical honesty
(But tan lines look so good on you)
And my words they need choreography
(Cause your feet they always got juice)
It's your beat I came for
It's your strut that keeps me good
Ain't got time for cold war
I won't find a better look
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Cut the cruise control, free float the road, pull back the top
We'll make it up into the gold, we'll make it up into the gold
Credits
Writer(s): R.a. Wilson
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