Automatic - ARTZ

Reject Dreaming, 25.8

The New World Order, The Universe

1st Verse:

Back on a mission, I’m out to get it

One on one with it, This here authentic

Mitchell & ness, Depends how you pitch

Fix the finesse, Mix for the measure

Strictly a reject, made for the pressure

When you had less, You play by the blessing

When you had issues, You pray every second

Eight of the Henny on top of your dresser

Eight of the chronic, it keep you from stressing

Something exotic I keep her for pleasure

Pull up in foreign, I know my ancestors

Some of us foreign, some is domestic

Some of us own it, some of us rent

When it feel different, It comes with suspense

That be the reason If I cop a Benz

Straight out the dealer, It come with the tint

That’s automatic, I’m stepping back

Im Shooting my shot, Im Hitting the mark

That’s automatic

Pointing her out, bringing her home right after the club

That’s automatic

I’m on the list, I was unknown

Now I came up

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic

Bridge:

I don’t need lights, I got the glow

I don’t need fame, I got the force

I don’t need a chain, If I got the torch

I got the flame, I’m keeping it lit

Behind the back pass with the assist

Taking my shot, A flick of the wrist

I’m taking it back like 16 bit

Nba jam, I hang off the rim

Give me some rum and baby I’m good

Give me some tongue and maybe the head

Roll up a dutch or maybe the wood

Renting a cabin to chill in the woods

Finish the album and look at the stars

I give em the truth, To fill up the void

Give em the work, When there not employed

I bring em to church, To speak to the lord

That’s automatic, I’m stepping back

Im shooting my shot, Im hitting the mark

That’s automatic

Pointing her out, bringing her home right after the club

That’s automatic

I’m on the list, I was unknown

Now I came up

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic

Bridge:

I don’t need lights, I got the glow

I don’t need fame, I got the force

I don’t need a chain, If I got the torch

I got the flame, I’m keeping it lit

Behind the back pass with the assist

Taking my shot, a flick of the wrist

I’m taking it back like 16 bit

Nba jam, I hang off the rim

Give me some rum and baby I’m good

Give me some tongue and maybe the head

Roll up a dutch or maybe a wood

Renting a cabin to chill in the woods

Finish the album and look at the stars

I give em the truth, To fill up the void

Give em the work, When there not employed

I bring em to church, To speak to the lord

That’s automatic, I’m stepping back

Im Shooting my shot, Im Hitting the mark

That’s automatic

Pointing her out, bringing her home right after the club

That’s automatic

I’m on the list, I was unknown

Now I came up

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic

(YEAH)

That’s automatic