Automatic Young Fathers

I’m not seeing clearly
The bills are coming daily
I’m making all these potions
To hide all my emotions
Such a evil villain
You still call me your hero
To a newer beggar
Rolling in his roller skates
Simple logic everywhere
Gliding through the solar system
All this power can’t be bad
You’re not ready for my wisdom
Up and up and away we go
Up and up and away we go

It’s an automatic
We turn up
Can you feel me?
Manifest into our new dimension
Can you feel?
Woh oh oh oh
On the news
Woh oh oh oh

Now take your britches off and just throw it
Over your shoulder now, don’t hold it
See my symbol, don’t you know it
Forget I have emotions
I’m a creature, sensational
But I can’t understand my teacher
My t-te-teacher-cher