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Autism Video (MV)




Performed By: Clouds
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Pablo Salceda




Clouds - Autism Lyrics
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I go autistic on the beat, go ballistic for the green
Admiration it must be the way they hate me constantly
I told that bitch to never speak, told myself to trust in me
I only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Uh
I try to grab what I can't reach
Had to catch a couple stains like I'm some Clorox on some jeans
F*ck the red, this ain't Levi's, above the neck, this ain't a tie
I told that bitch I do not lie and then proceeded to deceive
I dent your a head, a cavity
I had to push some quantities, so all these books I could just stack
Sparking shit up like a lighter, hit ballons, I'm feeling lighter
If your homie think he Myers, pop his head off like a xan
Go retundo off this xan, got the world inside my hands
Spice shit up like pepper jack, I crush the corn with just my palms
Man the way I f*cking think, all these rhymes my mind receives
With the way I use my speech, man you would think I'm taking calls
Echos going down the halls, all these problems imma solve
Closing doors like I'm a vault, I guess I'm jumping to conclusions
All your homies, they just talk, conversating with the cops
I am speaking to the frauds, I'm talking clearly, no confusion
You're blowing shit out of proportion
Bitch I'm going up the ranks, you'd think I got promoted
Signed away my loyalty, for this shit I'm devoted
To all this f*cking rapping shit, I hope I f*cking make it
I hope I f*cking make it, like bitch I'm feeling faded
Like all your shit outdated, I'm sipping newer pints
A junkie, ain't no whyno, like my doses ain't micro
And bitch I'm popping hydros, I ain't talking 'bout chloride
I ain't talking bout chloride
Turn beef into like burgers, you would think I'm at Five Guys
These goals I set don't undermine
Cause imma keep on stepping til I blow up like a mine
I go autistic on the beat, go ballistic for the green
Admiration it must be the way they hate me constantly
I told that bitch to never speak, told myself to trust in me
I only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Ay
I try to grab what I can't reach
Only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Ay
I go autistic on the beat
Go ballistic for the green and go autistic on the beat
Oh shit!
Man, like these suckers can't even compare!
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I go autistic on the beat, go ballistic for the green
Admiration it must be the way they hate me constantly
I told that bitch to never speak, told myself to trust in me
I only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Uh
I try to grab what I can't reach
Had to catch a couple stains like I'm some Clorox on some jeans
F*ck the red, this ain't Levi's, above the neck, this ain't a tie
I told that bitch I do not lie and then proceeded to deceive
I dent your a head, a cavity
I had to push some quantities, so all these books I could just stack
Sparking shit up like a lighter, hit ballons, I'm feeling lighter
If your homie think he Myers, pop his head off like a xan
Go retundo off this xan, got the world inside my hands
Spice shit up like pepper jack, I crush the corn with just my palms
Man the way I f*cking think, all these rhymes my mind receives
With the way I use my speech, man you would think I'm taking calls
Echos going down the halls, all these problems imma solve
Closing doors like I'm a vault, I guess I'm jumping to conclusions
All your homies, they just talk, conversating with the cops
I am speaking to the frauds, I'm talking clearly, no confusion
You're blowing shit out of proportion
Bitch I'm going up the ranks, you'd think I got promoted
Signed away my loyalty, for this shit I'm devoted
To all this f*cking rapping shit, I hope I f*cking make it
I hope I f*cking make it, like bitch I'm feeling faded
Like all your shit outdated, I'm sipping newer pints
A junkie, ain't no whyno, like my doses ain't micro
And bitch I'm popping hydros, I ain't talking 'bout chloride
I ain't talking bout chloride
Turn beef into like burgers, you would think I'm at Five Guys
These goals I set don't undermine
Cause imma keep on stepping til I blow up like a mine
I go autistic on the beat, go ballistic for the green
Admiration it must be the way they hate me constantly
I told that bitch to never speak, told myself to trust in me
I only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Ay
I try to grab what I can't reach
Only grasp what I can see, but try to grab what I can't reach
Ay
I go autistic on the beat
Go ballistic for the green and go autistic on the beat
Oh shit!
Man, like these suckers can't even compare!
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Writer: Pablo Salceda
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