Automatic

By Traum

On Lucid

Released on July 12, 2019

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(Verse 1)

*AHHHHHHHHH!*

Wake up to the bag, that’s automatic

Cookies on the table, we had to bag it

Fuck the days off, this ain’t a sabbath

Shawty came to practice, it’s pornographic

Show me to hers friends, don’t get dramatic

Feelings tragic, I ain’t mean to do it

Just be pursuing, all these women

Thinking they can handle

A young flame, the name same

Dropped and got the game changed

(Yaya,ya)

3 stripes don’t do the refs

(Yaya,ya)

Adidas suits wit Nike press

(Yaya,ya)

Vlone villan fuck the rest

(Yaya,ya)

Designa shit but where da checks

Went out and did it but I ain't really just finish yet

Just contemplating my options like will I ever make it

They speculating like David Banner we syrup sippin

Instead doin they sit around and think about it

I just can’t dream about it (NO!)

Y’all niggas leave wit out it (YA x3!)

Dope slinging, the bells ringing, I’ll meet my maker

Pill popper, the seal rocker, I like the flavors

Block hot, the Jewels not, I gotta get it

(Bridge)

I gotta get it

You know

I gotta get it

We go

I gotta get it

Don’t slow, Up, Man damn *echo*

(Verse 2)

Told these motherfuckers to come and get me

(Come and get me)

Trynna take my soul who rockin wit me

(Rockin wit me)

Stopped me from the go you played it filthy

(Who played it filthy)

Working on the go I gotta get it (I GOTTA GET IT!)

Working on the go I gotta get it (I GOTTA GET IT!)

Working on the go I gotta get it (YA YA)

Working on the go I gotta get it ( I gotta get it x3)

Working on the go I gotta get it (Traum)