No Static Lyrics

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

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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