Automatic

Automatic Automatic Ease up, my feet is up, sittin' on my re-up The whip paid cash, not worried about a lease up Harrasin' my assets, talkin' about a freeze up IRS want taxes all they get is these nuts Need much more before you see him lose his stride His body's airborne but his minds pool side He got options, scoff at the thought of do-or-die Your attempts at getting live only ends in suicide You scared of hard work, he at the pad doing yard work Shittin' on the industry and all of the circle-jerks Perks for the verse, VIP cause the beat bang Step up your work ethic maybe we hang When I'm bored again Just might take you under wing The overlordean scores again You still and underling If you're looking for an image of what this all means It's a Delorean My music is the future it seems It's automatic Automatic (4x) Fly as I can be I don't even try to be To see eye-to-eye with me you probably gotta climb a tree No more sweatpants or 5x white tees Stop turning every skirt that flirt into the wife-piece No begging for bitches or begging for listeners It's hard enough making hard work seem effortless You want a deeper meaning inside of the sentences? Then play the record backwards for subliminal messages I got the laser scope right on a sambo Or posted up a wifey's house reading my manuals Trying to make a soft-synth sound like a sample Cause everybody want your progress to seem more gradual Like a born again Everything about me is clean Time to explore again The music is a series of streams If you're looking for an image of what this all means It's a Delorean My music is the future it seems It's automatic Automatic (4x)