The calamity makes it's way to the inside Ripping a hole through the air we breathe An apocalypse Encased in a shell, so beautiful I know we are feeling the same thing Spiral faster down Holding our breath now We're screaming without sound

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

Just as it was, baby Before the otherness came And I knew its name But your love was unmoved There is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved Never I'd had life enough My heart is screaming out And in a few days I would be there, love Ever here that's lived in me

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I don't want them to hear what we're doing I'll be screaming so loud, don't you dare turn it down I'm feeling kinda naughty, how about you? Turn your bed into

See me falling, yeah down and lonely Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt Hear me screaming, see me bleeding 'Cause the days no more the same without you Feel the sadness burning in my heart You left to early father love So many things I should

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pressure on people people on streets Under pressure Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de Pressure pushing down on me

All that you want Is standing right in front of you All that you need It's all for you I saw your face, stuck in a crowd Silently screaming out loud I felt the beat echo your heart Throw me a line 'cause it's too far

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all