| Ease up, my feet is up, sittin' on my re-up
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| The whip paid cash, not worried about a lease up
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| Harrasin' my assets, talkin' about a freeze up
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| IRS want taxes all they get is these nuts
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| Need much more before you see him lose his stride
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| His body’s airborne but his minds pool side
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| He got options, scoff at the thought of do-or-die
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| Your attempts at getting live only ends in suicide
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| You scared of hard work, he at the pad doing yard work
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| Shittin' on the industry and all of the circle-jerks
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| Perks for the verse, VIP cause the beat bang
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| Step up your work ethic maybe we hang
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| When I’m bored again
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| Just might take you under wing
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| The overlordean scores again
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| You still and underling
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| If you’re looking for an image of what this all means
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| It’s a Delorean
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| My music is the future it seems
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| It’s automatic
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| Automatic (4x)
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| Fly as I can be
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| I don’t even try to be
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| To see eye-to-eye with me you probably gotta climb a tree
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| No more sweatpants or 5x white tees
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| Stop turning every skirt that flirt into the wife-piece
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| No begging for bitches or begging for listeners
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| It’s hard enough making hard work seem effortless
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| You want a deeper meaning inside of the sentences?
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| Then play the record backwards for subliminal messages
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| I got the laser scope right on a sambo
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| Or posted up a wifey’s house reading my manuals
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| Trying to make a soft-synth sound like a sample
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| Cause everybody want your progress to seem more gradual
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| Like a born again
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| Everything about me is clean
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| Time to explore again
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| The music is a series of streams
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| If you’re looking for an image of what this all means
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| It’s a Delorean
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| My music is the future it seems
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| It’s automatic
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| Automatic (4x) |