Autopilot Hotbox

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