Autotune

This shit take me back in the past (now)
So I think, I'll switch It to the next one
Fast ride got me buggin', got me stressed out
Drop me at the curb, I'll wait for the next one

I ain't playing games, ain't no X out
Words like slugs so I vested up
New bitch remind me too much of my ex (nah)
So I think, I'll switch her to the next one

Hoppin' in the backseat of the taxi
Radio's playing my song, heart on the sleeve
Guess It's your favorite one, yeah though
That tune remind me of my ex girl

And It got me thinking bout her black curls
And It got me thinking bout her black soul
It's a breakup song
It's a bad song
It's a breakup song
It's a bad song

I'm really upset
My city's so stingy with colors
Your tongue so stingy with truth
I need a polygraph, 'fore we get to (Sex)
You talking off-key, you need autotune

There's too much dirt, need an EQ
Pretty big words. wanna press mute
Ya talking too fake, ya out of tune
Open your mouth, I'll fill it with truth

I am alone, I'm not lonely
Doing my own, yeah I'm ballin
Do what I want, do what I do
That's what I chose, Just cause I could

D-A-W - D-A-W
That's My guide to you, that's My guide for you
I touching her keys and she won't make me wait
She answer me back and there's no mistake

Kissing her digital face
Holding her digital hands
s sounds like a mess
But tune is catchy as hell

Studio right on the top floor
Closer to heaven like pac
I hate recording in cellars
Even though I'm underground

Fisrt time in your town
I feel like an alien
First time in mind
Embarrassing like on the first date

First time in your bed
Can't remember your name
First time in your head
It's pretty simple as an egg

This shit take me back in the past (now)
So I think, I'll switch it to the next one
Fast ride got me buggin', got me stressed out
Drop me at the curb, I'll wait for the next one

I ain't playing games, ain't no X out
Words like slugs so I vested up
New bitch remind me too much of my ex (nah)
So I think, I'll switch her to the next one

Watching sinking city through the condensated glass
Rain dropping off windows 'cause the bus moving fast
I like it better this way, when colors messed up
I like it better this way, when people messed up



Credits
Writer(s): бубеев тимур сергеевич, шилкина ксения вячеславовна
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