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No Static, no static, got an automatic No Static, no no static, no static, no static Too much of anything makes you an addict Take a nigga back to tobacco road I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo I'm trying to find where them angels sing at Where X and King at So listen for the knowledge I bring back Cause cigarette pack and duece bottle Blue collar ain't 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 baileys, early sex, Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world I'm just riding along see where it takes me Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwhich, too damaged Still I've got to slow down and find a balance No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame Smoking jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame without the leroy But we live forever wood and leather Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto And everyday is cut throat 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 giving it my all dog Raw till I fall y'all here to california And back again trafficing like rog what's happening I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll My own right left without my soul tight Roll threw a cold night Swerving on a country road Six pack of michalobs, o with some funky dro Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict No no static got an automatic Too much of anything makes you an addict See I love my reefa, love my ganets And I don't fit into society I'm a menace Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk Not to mention shawty rollin up like 50 blunts Got nappy in this bitch Sticks to the bricks I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix We go 90 in the slow lane with just enough to traffic Cross the line bout 40 times a week on an average Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch Ridin dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day Always keep it caddy hoggin dog it's all wood Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should No static got an automatic No static, no no static Too much of anything makes you an addict Too much of anything makes you an addict |
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