Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Automatically, artist - Hit-Boy. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Automatically |
| Yeah, and you should know that automatically |
| Yeah, and you should know that automatically |
| Yeah, and you should know that automatically |
| I just read somewhere |
| Niggas who live for the future never get there |
| So I’m schemin' in the present, eatin' chicken skewers |
| Wristwear gleamin' |
| Been that nigga since the semen, still ain’t what it seem |
| And I’m still shakin' my demons |
| From way back when I was dreamin' of takin' my region |
| Up early in the morning like Kathie and Regis |
| I wasn’t into listenin' to the faculty teachin' |
| I’d rather go listen to Ye on my raggedy speakers |
| Heed to the facts that he’s speakin' |
| Bless that child |
| Heard The College Dropout and now my test scores' down |
| It showed me I could advance without diplomas if I stay devoted |
| Send my beats to everybody and my prayers to Jehovah |
| My mama don’t even know this, 9th grade, I was tuckin' a knife |
| For all the maybes, I had it in my Jansport for extra safety |
| When some niggas in Colton tried to play me |
| Had to stay on my 1s and 2s, Tom Brady |
| Bangin' Eminem shit then |
| Go and put on Suga Free to hear some pimp shit |
| Them summer days, hit the mall, spit at broads |
| No money for Chinese food, we’ll come up with a strategy |
| And you should know that automatically |
| I’ve been on my grind for so long |
| Listen to the story I tell in this song |
| I’ve been on my grind for so long |
| Listen to the story I tell in this song |
| Some people got wives and some people got groupies |
| Some people got lives and I just got this music |
| I can’t nearly lie, we are livin' in the future |
| Iggy rode to my party in the back of a Buick |
| Now she boomin', I knew she was on the right path |
| Damn, the minute I seen that white ass |
| You know that is a nice trail |
| So shout out to my nigga Mike L |
| I’m speakin' the real, I ain’t just talkin' |
| You know how it feels when the shit is poppin' |
| Like you just went and got somethin' out the auction |
| Niggas treat you way different when your art chartin' |
| Turn from a friend to a fuckin' target |
| I’m rarely alone but I’m lonely often |
| Nigga either way it go, I’m in this bitch all in |
| And this the mothafuckin' plug, never no stallin' |
| This song is for the girls in the spot, fake hair, fake butt |
| Hire professionals just to do her club makeup |
| Turn up the decibels, let’s hear it for respectable girls |
| Who hit up festivals, I think that I should let you know that… |
| Okay now put these vibes into immediate use |
| If you cookin' in the kitchen, sweepin' or cleanin' your room |
| This ain’t a meaningless tool, run it back 'bout 10 more times |
| While you’re eating your food |
| Bang it at a restaurant where they serve seasonal fruit |
| Shit is goin' up like I released a balloon |
| I used to have a bad habit of speakin' too soon |
| And I was caught up on lookin' for that special spot |
| Made a couple bad calls but I don’t ref a lot |
| Got no concept of a clock, I’m on hustler’s time |
| Had to dump the beliefs that no longer apply |
| I smile and go to meetings, actin' like it’s all fine |
| When I know I’m in the worst pub deal of all time |
| Dealin' through it with the prayers, RAW papers and strong wine |
| I know it’ll be aiight but it’s still a long ride |
| I’m more in tune with me than I used to be, truthfully |
| I’ve been on my shit so much I couldn’t make the eulogy |
| R.I.P. |
| my Grandpa Deno, my nigga Earl Hayes |