Blueprint 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)
