Autopilot Hotbox (feat. Mulu)
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip the bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
Beam me the fuck up
And beam some weed up, too
And some papers
Unidentified flying through your speakers
Cool like Kirk, With the phaser
For the creatures
Set it to ether
For the fans of the reaper
Who wanna see em before they need to
ThD-evils
Squeeze through
When they see your light start to peep through
Trynna do what you do
They fecal
Don't matter
I'm a makeshift spaceship. DIY
Crew of misfits
I'm Bruce Willis
But I don't die
Don't wanna close my eyes
I can't fall asleep
Cuz the missions on my mind, And this artist needs to eat
Instead I'm chainsmoking everything, While juju plays the beat
I'm a meditated mind, Getting lucid in this dream
Third eye crusty, Knowledge loading needing to release
They too needy for the green, I'm more focused on the beam, Scotty
Take me off this planet, There's more universe to see
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
I'm like Paul
A down-to-earth Martian, Where's the weed
I'm appalled
At the amounts of wack that this planet breeds
It's hard being exotic
In a scene of sticks and seeds
Surrounded by lethargic energies, Call em frenemies
Love em anyways
Christ conscious For the inner peace
If they keep talking
Make their heads my table's centerpiece
Pollution to my mind
I've been blind to the centered me
Chakras blocked, I keep the stones, like I'm Thanos
Got my eyebrows cocked like I'm the rock
They can't stand him
This is new school bop, meets the golden age era
I'm a loose fit top, Spilling my thoughts, I'm embarrassed
For those missing the plot
Because the truth is hard to handle
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip the bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
Beam me the fuck up
And beam some weed up, too
And some papers
Unidentified flying through your speakers
Cool like Kirk, With the phaser
For the creatures
Set it to ether
For the fans of the reaper
Who wanna see em before they need to
ThD-evils
Squeeze through
When they see your light start to peep through
Trynna do what you do
They fecal
Don't matter
I'm a makeshift spaceship. DIY
Crew of misfits
I'm Bruce Willis
But I don't die
Don't wanna close my eyes
I can't fall asleep
Cuz the missions on my mind, And this artist needs to eat
Instead I'm chainsmoking everything, While juju plays the beat
I'm a meditated mind, Getting lucid in this dream
Third eye crusty, Knowledge loading needing to release
They too needy for the green, I'm more focused on the beam, Scotty
Take me off this planet, There's more universe to see
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
I'm like Paul
A down-to-earth Martian, Where's the weed
I'm appalled
At the amounts of wack that this planet breeds
It's hard being exotic
In a scene of sticks and seeds
Surrounded by lethargic energies, Call em frenemies
Love em anyways
Christ conscious For the inner peace
If they keep talking
Make their heads my table's centerpiece
Pollution to my mind
I've been blind to the centered me
Chakras blocked, I keep the stones, like I'm Thanos
Got my eyebrows cocked like I'm the rock
They can't stand him
This is new school bop, meets the golden age era
I'm a loose fit top, Spilling my thoughts, I'm embarrassed
For those missing the plot
Because the truth is hard to handle
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
This an autopilot hot box, Pass the piff
Feeling like a shooting star amongst asterisk
Out of this world
With Alien girls glad to rip
The bong
And sing along
Baby don't crash the ship
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Carter
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