Buck 65, Cadence Weapon - The Machine lyrics
[Buck 65, Cadence Weapon - The Machine lyrics]
I used to be like T-Pain
Buying drinks for girls
Now I’m concerned with a very different world
I used to be like T-Pain
Smitten with dancers
Where’s the love? Stricken with cancer
I’m a Pisces like Andre Nickatina
Dating Geminis is a split decision
But now I’m in the business of precision
Archers tied up with infinite indecision
You may remember those visions
Of fairly tendered positions
Of the hypothetical music industry division
Now I have a questionable question
Have you engaged in Artist
And Repertoire sessions? And if so
I’ve got a couple ex-cons with prose
They talk a good game and
They’ve got something to say
Autotune loons with digital display
Trendspotter authors in charge of truth decay
Now you can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
You can't stop the machine, no
You can't stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
Jupiter’s diamond oceans, I’m the scarecrow
The sexy machine gave me the millionaire flow
Gave me the voice of an angel
Made my hair grow
Got the skin of a snake made outta underwear
Bro
High class works of art that’s real rare, yo
Backstage pass at the international air show
I let all of my worries and my despair go
Pissin’ in the swimming pool and
I don’t even care though
Bendin’ way over, I’m straighter than a arrow
Chillin’ like Hercules, livin’ like a pharaoh
Quick like a bunny rabbit, fly like a sparrow
Takin’ my money to the bank in a wheelbarrow
Brand new tit's and my hips are real narrow
Solid gold Camaro, platinum sombrero
Shouts goin’ out to Tommy Guerrero
I’m number one and the rest of y’all are zero
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the
So I took your song and
Crossed my fingers for you
‘Cause you don’t look much
Like Whitney Houston
You look more like Whitey Houston
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
When this song gets mapped
You’ll feel like Columbus
Sorry if I sound pompous
But no need for a compass
Shaped like a rhombus
It’s like "Three Girl Rhumba"
With a dance beat
And that’s a slam dunk if you were to ask me
Cold as can be on the Hot 100
They sit you down, spin around for a cash fee
Shit’s never finished, it’s only abandoned
I made this track for you
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
Buying drinks for girls
Now I’m concerned with a very different world
I used to be like T-Pain
Smitten with dancers
Where’s the love? Stricken with cancer
I’m a Pisces like Andre Nickatina
Dating Geminis is a split decision
But now I’m in the business of precision
Archers tied up with infinite indecision
You may remember those visions
Of fairly tendered positions
Of the hypothetical music industry division
Now I have a questionable question
Have you engaged in Artist
And Repertoire sessions? And if so
I’ve got a couple ex-cons with prose
They talk a good game and
They’ve got something to say
Autotune loons with digital display
Trendspotter authors in charge of truth decay
Now you can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
You can't stop the machine, no
You can't stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
Jupiter’s diamond oceans, I’m the scarecrow
The sexy machine gave me the millionaire flow
Gave me the voice of an angel
Made my hair grow
Got the skin of a snake made outta underwear
Bro
High class works of art that’s real rare, yo
Backstage pass at the international air show
I let all of my worries and my despair go
Pissin’ in the swimming pool and
I don’t even care though
Bendin’ way over, I’m straighter than a arrow
Chillin’ like Hercules, livin’ like a pharaoh
Quick like a bunny rabbit, fly like a sparrow
Takin’ my money to the bank in a wheelbarrow
Brand new tit's and my hips are real narrow
Solid gold Camaro, platinum sombrero
Shouts goin’ out to Tommy Guerrero
I’m number one and the rest of y’all are zero
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the
So I took your song and
Crossed my fingers for you
‘Cause you don’t look much
Like Whitney Houston
You look more like Whitey Houston
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
When this song gets mapped
You’ll feel like Columbus
Sorry if I sound pompous
But no need for a compass
Shaped like a rhombus
It’s like "Three Girl Rhumba"
With a dance beat
And that’s a slam dunk if you were to ask me
Cold as can be on the Hot 100
They sit you down, spin around for a cash fee
Shit’s never finished, it’s only abandoned
I made this track for you
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the ma-
You can’t stop the machine, no
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine
You can’t stop the machine