Autopilot (feat. Stoic)

Ignition sequence start
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
All engine running
Liftoff!

I drift the stars and leave my mark on constellations
New Lewis and Clark, I charted dark and quiet places
Youthful 'til they all but fried my awkward innovations
Can't be fucked to pay attention, man, I'm off to find my spaceship
It's all just rhythm games, follow pace and nod your head
"Collect the rings and reach the goal", whatever Simon said
The pastor's preaching things that he's not doing over time in bed
You sign your life to them and might just find your life in debt

Got me feeling like a kid again, riddled with the innocence
Been a couple years, you could really see the difference in
Waiting on a getaway, getaway (wait, that's not right)
Been the greatest since I changed to star flight
Lost it all just floating down to the planet's surface on autopilot
True that I really knew better
But I rarely listen to the thoughts provided

My whole worldwide, over world stage anthem
Had to do it, put my back into it, never giving y'all answers
I celebrate the wins they overlook because it's standard
You think we're shooting shots?
Well, then you better put your hands up!

Mm, waiting on a break right now 'til the sun comes down, what's up?
Tryna find a place in the sky that feels ripe for falling in love
Said, "I'm waiting on a break right now", don't blink, I'ma tell 'em what's up
(Yeah) I'ma tell 'em what's up
Close your eyes, just ride, feel the sound bite

What's the point of anything if it isn't anything different?
I could show you everything if you had a moment to listen
Kill the passion projects, cash grabs, dreams, or visions
This music shit's been twisted, I'ma spin it back, clear as crystal
So think twice, I ain't soft, lil' bitch don't trip, just too nice
Time off made kids think they're the new guy
My fault, I got next in line, I'ma kill the vibe

And now we're competing with budgets
Funds from the folk who don't love it
The folks who don't live it
The thugs in the photos who know they're the public
Could call 'em civilians, but really they're snakes
And I'm ready to stump 'em

They ain't rapping worth a damn, and frankly I can't understand
How anybody throwing pity parties gets away with destroying the brand
Well-fed silver spoon in hand, but microphone in the photos
I had to take myself off autopilot to crush you loser's dolo
In the front seat of my life, a good ass pilot, flying low though
I learned Icarus's lesson when I saw y'all crash and burn up

I'ma get us where we need to go, just might take it more slo-mo
When they let me drive the boat, I'm 'boutta whip it out the O-Zone
I know what you don't know, that's why I'm the one they hope for
Star child, whether it's Superman, Goku, or Han Solo
Tell 'em take five

Mm, waiting on a break right now 'til the sun comes down, what's up?
Tryna find a place in the sky that feels ripe for falling in love
Said, "I'm waiting on a break right now", don't blink, I'ma tell 'em what's up
(Yeah) I'ma tell 'em what's up
Close your eyes, just ride, feel the sound bite



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Mcgibboney, Matt Moleta
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