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Scratches "No static, got an automatic" |
| [00:17.13] |
(Scales) |
| [00:18.13] |
Too much of anything makes you an addict |
| [00:20.16] |
Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road |
| [00:22.48] |
I give my old soul what it's asking for |
| [00:24.83] |
I'm trying to find where them angels sing at |
| [00:26.61] |
Where X and King at |
| [00:27.95] |
So listen for the knowledge I bring back |
| [00:29.82] |
Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle |
| [00:31.65] |
Blue collar, ain't too much we can do, Father |
| [00:34.02] |
Taketh me, I live life so anxiously |
| [00:36.81] |
Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed |
| [00:39.36] |
Maybe, but anyway we, burn daily |
| [00:41.27] |
Sip Bailey's, early sex, unwanted babies |
| [00:44.74] |
Scream push till I push daisies, Pops raised me |
| [00:47.40] |
Through this blind crippled and crazy world |
| [00:49.71] |
I'm just riding along, see where it takes me |
| [00:51.76] |
Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me |
| [00:54.19] |
I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged |
| [00:56.75] |
Still I gotta slow down and find a balance |
| [00:58.63] |
Chorus: |
| [00:58.96] |
No static, got an automatic |
| [01:01.40] |
Too much of anything makes you an addict |
| [01:16.96] |
(Skinny Deville) |
| [01:17.96] |
We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot like an open flame |
| [01:20.69] |
Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame |
| [01:23.25] |
Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather |
| [01:26.06] |
Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though) |
| [01:28.94] |
And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat |
| [01:31.71] |
But I don't give a fuck yo |
| [01:32.88] |
Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some shit to say |
| [01:35.32] |
Split the Swisher, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch |
| [01:37.93] |
Addicted to this country living, givin' it my all dog |
| [01:40.08] |
Raw till a fall y'all from here to California |
| [01:42.50] |
Went back again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?" |
| [01:45.05] |
I'm traveling, looking for that Kill like I'm Bill ill |
| [01:47.68] |
In my own right left without my soul tight |
| [01:49.90] |
Roll through a cold night, swervin' on a country road |
| [01:52.24] |
Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro |
| [01:54.72] |
Too much of anything can make a playa lose control |
| [01:56.91] |
Chorus: |
| [01:57.20] |
No static, got an automatic |
| [01:59.76] |
Too much of anything makes you an addict |
| [02:15.44] |
(Scales) |
| [02:16.44] |
See I love my reefer, love my Guinness |
| [02:18.92] |
And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace |
| [02:21.26] |
Slap my balls on your rack like tennis |
| [02:23.74] |
And turn the Henny up and don't stop till I'm finished |
| [02:26.15] |
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk |
| [02:28.78] |
Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50 blunts |
| [02:31.30] |
We got Nappy in this bitch |
| [02:33.04] |
Sticks to the bricks |
| [02:34.03] |
I'm a cowboy, dog |
| [02:34.75] |
It's to the fence |
| [02:34.79] |
(Skinny) |
| [02:35.79] |
We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with just enough to traffic |
| [02:38.25] |
Cross the line bout forty times a week on the average |
| [02:40.88] |
Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack lunch |
| [02:43.20] |
Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt |
| [02:46.04] |
What yo ass want, Nappy serve it all day |
| [02:48.02] |
Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood |
| [02:50.68] |
Too much of anything can make you think it's all good |
| [02:53.05] |
Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all should |
| [02:54.92] |
Chorus: |
| [02:55.35] |
No static, got an automatic |
| [03:12.92] |
Too much of anything makes you an addict |
