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Chris Benoit [Kumas Scrub Club Remix]

Insane Clown Posse

Mike E. Clark's Extra Pop! Emporium

time
Slow poke
I finally gave way, when under deed
Down flow
No longer stearing choosen
O-O-On autopilot cruisin
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your

Chris Benoit

Insane Clown Posse

The Mighty Death Pop!

2012

gave way, when under deep, don’t float
No longer steering chosen
An autopilot cruisin'
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your tongue out with pliers Chris

like it, yeah
I'm on autopilot
Heading for the sun

I don't know what's good for me
I don't need a remedy
No one's gonna rescue me
From the sun

I don't

to blinking, I never knew where I’m heading
The tunnel was steady beckoning
Meeting my day of reckoning
Breathing, my heart was beating, but really only

Brooklyn baby
That's where I derived
Where you wouldn't live this long
If living a lie
What did I want to be
Shit I couldn't decide
Aviation High
That could

inside
Tell me
Which way is north?
Which way to go?
Which switch to flip?
Who's seat is this?
Autopilot on
Don't look down
Autopilot on
Don't look around
I

different accounts, that be my love language
Heading back with the pack, on the road got the streets waiting
Planning goals, speaking existence, doing my

now I'm sippin'
Oops now we fuckin'
But only with permission
Always on a mission
She hate the way I'm livin'
Auto-Pilot Siri
Push to the Hills
Hands

My head's on autopilot
My heart's on cruise control
They may say I'm simple minded
But I don't mind it
What do they know?
I'm seeing clearly now

should just curl up and flyyy

Autopilot
The computer has control
Lack of food has taken its toll
Heading towards the black hole
Black hole

on autopilot, I'm simply just cruising (cruise)
Might go see the fam, might chill with my mans
Might visit my baby, to get in a smash (you know)
When I start

I should be alone like right now
On another flight now
And I don't know where I'm heading, no
It's to another life now
As we depart the Polar

too fly autopilot
I been took off you on a paper plane
Love the money supposed to get it
Throwing money my favorite habit
Heading to the bank
While im

what's my benefit
If ain't it making me no bread then I ain't hearing it
And when I'm heading to the bank it be a big deposit
I been walking around with

the way you go
Go the way you go

Autopilot writing panegyrics
Unifying people's charms
Loaded down with a heavy burden
Glad to hold it in their arms

drowning in the sea
Half my mind ago
I was scared of ending up alone
Put on autopilot only to survive this
Madness of a mess
Trying not to fight
I made

far out of date
And whenever I'm heading downtown
I always tend to zone out
My autopilot takes over
And before I know it, I'm back at your house
I was

Spacecraft number 427
Heading towards NOVO galaxy
24 Light Years away from Earth
In search of, Life

They really think Aliens exist
Well, I don't

all sudden you get silent 
My diamonds they  blinding they be shining ultraviolet 
Takeoff autopilot 
Dress myself need no stylist 

She say my dick was

thoughts be heading south when
I'm thinking about those eyes?
Does she lay 'em on another or
Is it just in my mind?
Can I live one fucking second without