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No Static

[Scratches] "No static, got an automatic"

[Scales]Too much of anything makes you an addict

Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road

I give my old soul what it's asking for

I'm trying to find where them angels sing at

Where X and King at

So listen for the knowledge I bring back

Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle

Blue collar, aint too much we can do, Father

Taketh me, I live life so anxiously

Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed

Maybe, but anyway we, burn daily

Sip Bailey's, early sex, unwanted babies

Scream push till I push daisies, Pops raised me

Through this blind crippled and crazy world

I'm just riding along, see where it takes me

Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me

I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged

Still I gotta slow down and find a balance

[Chorus:]No static, got an automatic

Too much of anything makes you an addict

[Skinny Deville]We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot like an open flame

Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame

Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather

Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)

And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat

But I don't give a fuck yo

Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some shit to say

Split the Swisher, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch

Addicted to this country living, givin' it my all dog

Raw till a fall y'all from here to California

Went back again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?"

I'm traveling, looking for that Kill like I'm Bill ill

In my own right left without my soul tight

Roll through a cold night, swervin' on a country road

Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro

Too much of anything can make a playa lose control

[Chorus:]No static, got an automatic

Too much of anything makes you an addict

[Scales]See I love my reefer, love my Guinness

And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace

Slap my balls on your rack like tennis

And turn the Henny up and don't stop till I'm finished

I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk

Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50 blunts

We got Nappy in this bitch

Sticks to the bricks

I'm a cowboy, dog

It's to the fence

[Skinny]We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with just enough to traffic

Cross the line bout forty times a week on the average

Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack lunch

Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt

What yo ass want, Nappy serve it all day

Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood

Too much of anything can make you think it's all good

Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all should

[Chorus:]No static, got an automatic

Too much of anything makes you an addict

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