Текст песни Automatic - Sloth Mob

Automatic, automatic
Mind back trapped in the attic
Won't catch me acting erratic
Lacking with these bad habits
Automatic
Ignoring these lames automatically
Coming at me like a symphony
Maybe I don't want your sympathy
Fake bitches, snakes vicious
Claim they prophetic but they look prosthetic to me
Fake wishes, fake visions
How you all talking this shit when you can't even see
How you badger, you a mole
Mad hatter, I'm on a roll
Glass-shattering screams
Ears ringing like Saturn
My mind out of control
One Death one destination
Pushing myself to the edge of unwell
Living hell can't cross from contemplation
Saying that you aren't my enemy
Harlequin chatter, you hide in anemone
You tryna blabber but you ain't no friend to me
If I get madder it will be the end of me
Automatic, Automatic
Pumping out beats automatic
Creating these beats I'm a god
You know my production is massive
Look at me, and do not get it twisted
Slippy C never come in the building
Monkey see, monkey do shit brittle
Playing these game and you in the middle

Keep me a hand on the heat
Why you talking I'm never going speak
Give me a shot and I ain't gonna tweak
I'm never failing when things get bleak
I've come from the grave, the skeleton reap
King Packstrap return to his feet
One v one you always get beat
If you come back then there goes your fleet
Got me the handles like Kemba
Dropping the heat but they never remember
I gotta be on it like its your fender
When I pass its gonna be better
On the block boy you know I'm a center
Eyes like a hawk we not in Atlanta
I'm a flow wizard they call it arcana
Season just started we work in December
On this beat it's steady destruction
Me and Yung Sens the key to this function
Choppa eat you, we call it a luncheon
Steadily upping our body production
You needing a step stool to act like you busting
My dearest homie you look like a Munchkin
It's not hard to see that you stunting
Just round one we coming out punching
Coming at me its a nightmare uh
Lighting up fools call it Times Square uh
Slashing at throats I'm a black bear uh
You a baby no highchair uh
Pull up for three it's automatic
Killing these beats it's automatic
Beast with a pen it's automatic
Pull that trigger it's automatic fool