Lyrics:
Yeah
Plug into the world
Fit in with the code
Automated into ash
Yeah
Supplement the mind
Feed it to the ghosts
Drink it from a hidden flask
Stay
uncomfortably
Little man, little lady, cute little baby
Reach your hand out to the future of automated robotics
On display here for the first time in under a year
I met you in the Short North
Living off linoleum and guided tours
Crackin' hearts with the Soviets
Women of the Sikh faith will call you nuts
I don't want to go in the cart!
CUSTOMER: Oh, don't be such a baby.
MORTICIAN: I can't take him...
DEAD PERSON: I feel fine!
CUSTOMER: Oh, do us
do do do do
Do not mind
Selling all the junk in my backyard
And I'm taking credit cards
Saving for a shopping cart
Baby, you're the greatest
You're
For a fake cause
I don't need assistance
To face a long long distance
That is a viable role in my existence
Exposed to free to flow I just coast
Guided
the wind
Another day in the factory
Automated hollow gaze
Scars from the harsher years
Evident upon his face
With every passing day
His bones grow further
the source
Now rapping like it's automated
Bout to take its course
Jesus on my side
Ain't no need for mortal lies
I keep walking with my spirit
See these
Verse 1:
Late night conversations open up,
Guided by this liquor in my cup,
It's taken some time to shake the rust
I think I'm finally on the cusp
small below
Silent, invisible black death from above
Laser guided, automated, precise computer control
The enemy blind and unprotected
Pinpoint
small below
Silent, invisible black death from above
Laser guided, automated, precise computer control
The enemy blind and unprotected
Pinpoint
small below
Silent, invisible black death from above
Laser guided, automated, precise computer control
The enemy blind and unprotected
Pinpoint
small below
Silent, invisible black death from above
Laser guided, automated, precise computer control
The enemy blind and unprotected
Pinpoint
many colors uh, ayy
The human heart tattoo move in a hard vacuum
Only back to pay a bill or maybe
Fill a cart with cat food
I'm shredded, smelling like
Sittin in my room with a cart of deemz
I wanna see some shit that i've never seen
Take a peak at the great beyond
One hit two hit hold in three
Halls
on the dank carts
I know they leave you disabled
But we all need a lil cake yo
Keeping the kilos in case loads ooo
Put all the cups in the damn board
Watch
total
I’ll wear your face in my profile photo
Just so you know bro
I’m just the passenger
Idle hands guided by the mask to a massacre
Fucking amateurs
wheeled through the market
In a broken shopping cart
I hate useless conversation
I don't buy into the brands
I see truth inside a briefcase
But it keeps
things out
Like a ruler 'cause nowadays, the cart we juggle is full of hate, killas, and
Runaways. I'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shout,
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