Lyrics to Automatic
The King coming back
Holy Spirit speak through me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baptized check the date of the birth
Every day we gon work, til the day He return
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic, automatic
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic
Sound it out phonetically
Suited in the R-E-D so incredibly
Rappin' with the sound of the spirit when I let Him breathe
If the Father wrote my life, I gotta live it legibly
Becoming a man ain't 'bout age, it's if He manage me
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Automatic, not no Patek on his wrist
More like grace, love, faith, peace, planets on his fist
He gon' throw His back, he catchin' damage when he fish
Like this, just ask Chris
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic, it's automatic
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic (Ayy), it's automatic (Yeah)
Automatic (Whoa), automatic (Let's go, uh)
Got no Patek on my wrist, I don't trip, I'm on God's time
Clocked in, permanent position, not no part time
Devil playin' games with me, well, that's a far cry
When I need direction, read the bible, not no star sign
What's a zodiac? I already know the plan
House is getting full, I keep it straight just like a poker hand
Callin' they bluffin', I guess I'm all in or nothing
They keep on huffin' and puffin', there's nothing up for discussion, I tell 'em
Whoa, whoa, why they mad?
Show 'em how it's done, yeah, it's really like that
Livin' what I say, yeah, I'm really like that
Getting in my way, I don't really like that
Givin' away the blueprint casually
Livin' in peace just a piece of this masterpiece
Hulvey sent the track, told me, "Get back to me"
I did it A-U-T-O-matically
It's automatic (Automatic), automatic (Automatic)
When the king hit the screen, see the static (That's right)
It's automatic (Whoa), it's automatic (Whoa)
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic (Ayy)
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static (Boom)
It's automatic, it's automatic
Automatic, automatic
It's automatic, automatic
Automatic
Holy Spirit speak through me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baptized check the date of the birth
Every day we gon work, til the day He return
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic, automatic
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic
Sound it out phonetically
Suited in the R-E-D so incredibly
Rappin' with the sound of the spirit when I let Him breathe
If the Father wrote my life, I gotta live it legibly
Becoming a man ain't 'bout age, it's if He manage me
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Automatic, not no Patek on his wrist
More like grace, love, faith, peace, planets on his fist
He gon' throw His back, he catchin' damage when he fish
Like this, just ask Chris
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic, it's automatic
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static
It's automatic (Ayy), it's automatic (Yeah)
Automatic (Whoa), automatic (Let's go, uh)
Got no Patek on my wrist, I don't trip, I'm on God's time
Clocked in, permanent position, not no part time
Devil playin' games with me, well, that's a far cry
When I need direction, read the bible, not no star sign
What's a zodiac? I already know the plan
House is getting full, I keep it straight just like a poker hand
Callin' they bluffin', I guess I'm all in or nothing
They keep on huffin' and puffin', there's nothing up for discussion, I tell 'em
Whoa, whoa, why they mad?
Show 'em how it's done, yeah, it's really like that
Livin' what I say, yeah, I'm really like that
Getting in my way, I don't really like that
Givin' away the blueprint casually
Livin' in peace just a piece of this masterpiece
Hulvey sent the track, told me, "Get back to me"
I did it A-U-T-O-matically
It's automatic (Automatic), automatic (Automatic)
When the king hit the screen, see the static (That's right)
It's automatic (Whoa), it's automatic (Whoa)
I'm not a fan of my God, I'm a fanatic (Ayy)
It's automatic, automatic
When the king hit the screen, see the static (Boom)
It's automatic, it's automatic
Automatic, automatic
It's automatic, automatic
Automatic
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