Lyrics:
automated
I'm on it baby
I'm on it baby
Might think that I'm trickin off but I got it baby
Work hard for this bullshit so I flaunt it baby
On time every
afraid that I have to let you go
Because the numbers don't lie
The numbers don't lie
The numbers don't lie
I do
The numbers don't lie
The numbers don't lie
the peace
Best I can do is stay alive
Identification Red Sector 387
Malfunction in our android
Send repair number eleven
Take no chances caution is in order
I know how to get you started baby
Let me hear yo moans
Let yo nigga hear da automated
Babygirl slide to my crib
Whenever her nigga gone
Love when
anymore? Those days are all but done
In the 21st century what number will you name your son?
I put my work boots on but I've nowhere to go
I hate to bother
of life we know now
It's a loss of the feeling we felt before
You're lost in the sense of false identification
You're lost in the middle of your action
I ain't no number
I don't need no ID round my neck
So Mr Politician
I got born and named like blood runs red
Cause I I ain't no number
Don't
her
On top of that the I the are the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
I aint no number
I don't need no ID round my neck
So Mr Politician
I got born and named like blood runs red
Cause I I aint no number
Don't require no
to a no-one
Identification Code: Unidentified
I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face
You recognised, so what? I turned invisible
another number
In the cold and automated horde
They will never get me to go under
I’m a glitch within the code
I won’t let it hold me any longer
Cut
connection with a girl, press 2
If you have misplaced a girl’s identification, press 3
If [you?]-
If you have misplaced a girl’s number, press 1
If you have
you
I need to make a collect call
(What number?)
Oh
The numbers 62
(At the tone, please say your name)
Kennith Kaniff, from Connecticut
takin' all credentials
What you say and what
You do, accomplishments, accolades
I'm like the airport
All identification will be checked drama!
Look, uh,
her cheese cuz I know that shit a trap
Never falling off playing Jenga with a stack
I do this shit for real I don’t do this shit raps
Automated
This the part where I fall again
This feels like cutting weight
Know that hearts aren't automated
And real love is hard to make
This the part where I
reveals her history
Kenya had had 5 husbands
The prospect of a 6th was a cyclic sentence
Husband number 1 died
Leaving Kenya's soul desperately dry
Husband
yu girtay sambhaltay
anjanay se lamho me hi
raat wahi,
jo tanha thi aisay nahi
pa ra pa ra paa x2
*Telephonic Narration*
(identification with a mind
We'd like to do a song now about the identification process
It's called Montreal
She used to like lavender pant suits
And long black velvet
Hello and welcome to
Psychopathic Psychiatric Assistance!
Please listen to the automated menu
And choose from the
Following options that best fit
it, no harm intended
She recommended for me to have my phone number extended
On a piece of paper, so maybe she could call me later
Actin all shy,
Metamorphosised to number one?
It's one too many steps
Those hills he dumped
No introverted slump
Some pins he left, beige singed and yet
Their fillings form
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