Autopilot - Derek Pope

How you let him drown like that?

Shit you ain’t around like that

You know that point on the map

Parachute troop come down like that

How you get found like that?

Cut right through your back

Fuck my latest snack

Just something to fill the gap

Knee don’t bend like that

Guess that always been like that

I don’t keep friends like that

Can’t get a Benz like that

I just wanna spend like that

Make it to the end like that

Find the disconnect

Meet our architect

They put the Pope in a scope

Why you ain’t popping yet

Sent you a box full of clothes

How come you ain’t rocked them yet?

Must be a tight rope

How you ain’t fall off yet?

Put a loop 'round your neck?

Turn the coupe to a jet, jet

I feel stuck in autopilot

Sometimes when I’m flying

Set my mind on fire

Can’t be your messiah

Would you love me?

Even if I didn’t love myself

Would you help me?

You know I can’t help myself

Is it real when

They can touch me but I don’t feel them

Bring me your sick but I can’t heal them

People just wanna hear themselves talk

Turn your food for thought into a meal plan

Blue flame scorch

We would smoke blunts back porch

Back in a five day course

Backpack hold that woah

Using your locker for storage

I’d go to Fruitvale, my source

He did not shoot to spell horse

Right when my parents divorced

Told me their love was no more

I think it stuck to my core

And now after working my way up

I still want every award

Models to fuck on the floor

But don’t know what none of it’s for