Testo Autopilot - Steven Malcolm
Testo della canzone Autopilot (Steven Malcolm), tratta dall'album All Is True
Yeah, yeah
(It's Track or Die)
And that boy Midwest, ha
I'm just gon' rap
Look, look, look
They don't wanna see me up like Giannis so I gotta X 'em
How you gon' hate when I'm getting to the bucks
And it used to be breadcrumbs
Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon, yeah
Making investments, I get it, I get it then on to the next one, hey
Wild'n, right now I'm on autopilot
Ain't got no stylist, how the boy get so stylish? Yeah
Sliding, GT on the highway plottin', ay
Who driving? Right now it's on autopilot
Told you we was next up
My journey looking wavy, it don't faze me in my Tesla
That means I drive myself, I put in work look at my schedule
I make it look easy
Too high, can't reach me
Chunk Duce like ET
When I drop Loui lap top know the plan
Raised by the wolves no hand outs for the man
Ay yo, my life is automatic, auto stock, autobahn
Auto start, auto-tune put me in my auto zone
Hol up, wait
I need to shout out the fact that my cousin just beat her cancer
Doc said she was a goner, she looked to God for the answer
I told her truth in her prayer (amen)
It was real quiet 'til we showed up
Bunch of lost boys we don't grow up
Watch me alley oop it finna throw up like, look
They don't wanna see me up like Giannis so I gotta X 'em
How you gon' hate when I'm getting to the bucks
When it used to be breadcrumbs
Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon
Making investments, I get it, I get it then on to the next one, hey!
Wild'n, right now I'm on autopilot
Ain't got no stylist, how the boy get so stylish?
Sliding, GT on the highway plottin'
Who driving? Right now it's on autopilot
Can't help but be me (truth)
I got it out the mud, only a few know what that mean
Watch me do my David dance, they tryna peep my lil' routine, you know
Study my moves and how I rock
And how I lean I don't Tik Tok
But I might, woah
Where I'm from you can't go
We the ones who they know
Talking rookies, talking pros
And you know I hit my goal
Don't dap me, not yo' bro
Small circle and it's closed
From the concrete came the rose
I'm the one that God chose, truth
They don't wanna see me up like Giannis so I gotta X 'em
How you gon' hate when I'm getting to the bucke
When it used to be breadcrumbs
Midwest livin' that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon, yeah
Making investments, I get it, I get it then on to the next one, hey
Wild'n, right now I'm on autopilot
Ain't got no stylist, how the boy get so stylish?
Sliding, GT on the highway plottin'
Who driving? Right now it's on autopilot
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal James, Derrick Omondi Okoth, Steven Malcom, Mark Antony Everett
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