Machines

All of the machines are standing here

But that work, work, work disappear (work disappear)

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

All of the machines are standing here, standing here

I went to work, I couldn't figure it out

Tried going to church but God fell asleep on my couch

I charge my phone on top of Heavenly clouds

Machines working, phones be twerking

I want to know where we go from here

Where we go from here

What colour's your soul?

All of the machines are standing here

But that work, work, work disappear

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

All of the machines are standing here, standing here

What colour's your soul?

All of the machines are standing here

But that work, work, work disappear (work disappear)

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

Put the gloves on, put the mess over there

All of the machines are standing here, standing here