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Ease up, my feet is up, sittin' on my re-up | the whip paid cashnot worried about a lease up | Harassing my assets, talkingabout a freeze up | IRS want taxes all they get is these nuts |Need much more before you see him lose his stride | his body'sairborn but his minds pool side | Got options, scoff at the thoughtof do-or-die | your attempts at getting live only end in suicide |You scared of hard work, he at the pad doing yard work |shittin on the industry and all of circle-jerks | Perks for theverse, VIP cause the beat bang | step up your work ethic maybewe hang | when I'm bored again | just might take you underwing | the overlordean scores again | you still and underling |if you're looking for an image of what this all means | it's aDelorean | my music is the future it seems | it's automaticAutomatic (4x)Fly as I can be | To see eye-to-eye with me you probably gottaclimb a tree | No more sweat-pants or 5x white tees | Stopturning every skirt that flirt into wife-piece | No begging forbitches or begging for listeners | Its hard enough making hardwork seem effortless | You want a deeper meaning inside ofthe sentences? | Then play the record backwards for subliminalmessages | I got the laser scope right on a sambo | Or postedup a wifey's house reading my manuals | Trying to make asoft-synth sound like a sample | Cause everybody want yourprogress to seem more gradual | Like a born again | everythingabout me is clean | Time to explore again | the music is aseries of streams | If you're looking for an image of what thisall means | It's a Delorean | my music is the future it seems |it's automatic From Letras Mania