Lyrics:
Proud headed Queen Lizzie
Conducts little charges
That don't get charged back
Well the technical manual's busy
She's not going to fix it up too easy
she makes me do
Guess I'm a slave to my new
Software (we are so compatible)
Software (we can write the manual)
Software (she is so expandable)
Software
the world attract old and younger folks
Charge with the vitality and magnetism
In large reality with massive rhythm
The manual without technical part
From
the world attract old and younger folks
Charge with the vitality and magnetism
In large reality with massive rhythm
The manual without technical part
From
Let ah Nigga test the gang watch these sticks get technical
Drop ah Nigga cuz his bitch love me she love them edibles
Got them Nigga on the run Kuz
technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is
Mama, the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
love is more dependable
We CPUs wit' preinstalled emotions 'n genitals
I'm jus' bein' technical Read yo manual
Fear can push cha back against da wall
of west coast avengers annuals,
pop psychiatry and technical manuals.
something wild - and it's turned up too loud anyways.
something wild - but we're
Warning, emergency airlock sequence engaged
Ship's integrity compromised
Warning, gravitational pull, negatively affecting ve-ve-vessel's guidance
cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron Fist
Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian
Learned secrets in divine pamplets
Manuals numerous with horrendous
guidance
Im hearin the sirens
His hands in the air juss like he miley cyrus
My flow is a virus
Im singin to bitches like YK Osiris
Im the shit call me biased
locked he said he
Used to bring his weapon to chow
A nigga violate he giving
Niggas technical fouls
Used to play da block
It was all about da clientele
You
They talk low
I'm calm though
& also
I don't want them probs no
They sell for earns to keep what
I hold eternally
With no guidance
They put to further
Start the simulator
Controllers, listen up
What's your status, Guidance?
Let's take it from the top
Coming up on docking
The beginnings
by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun (it's tiresome)
Now conserve your energy and lay face-down in the waterways
Seek guidance from
Guidance was gone
Until she met this dude, thinking that he putting her on
But she was turned out
See he didn't know how to love
he was taught to mask
Hands off the wheel Cruising automatic
Never need a Manual cuz the pawnny gonna light up
Boosting turbo so it never playing catch up
Asphalt
perfected my practice
I creep, from Honda, to Jeep
I'm just riding this casual
Now they all on my dick
I let em do it manual
Oh you ride for the shits
I
that we're together forever
All she needed was guidance and now I'm guiding
Controlling all flows of emotion like I'm Poseidon
Looking in her eyes I see
Autimatic
Fuck a manual, bitch I'm automatic
I just cut with the pen like my name was Maddox
Oh god
Man I'm always talking to myself
Momma tried to tap my
steadily Delicate craft Treacherous thoughts Render a hope Parallel tragedy Tightening rope Manual guidance Chosen and pure Manipulating Heads that are sure
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