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 <b>...</b>
hip-hop
indie
jazz
nappy
roots
wannabethief
