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No static, no static, got an automaticNo static, no no static, no static, no staticToo much of anything makes you an addictTake a nigga back to tobacco roadI'd give my old soul what it's asking foI'm trying to find where them angels sing atWhere X and King atSo listen for the knowledge I bring backCause cigarette pack and deuce bottleBlue collar ain't too much we can do fatherTaketh me I live life so anxiouslyTell me this is bout more than sex and buying weedMaybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sexUnwanted babies, scream push till I push daisesPops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy worldI'm just riding along see where it takes meKeep buying cars and rims until it breaks meI'm fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damagedStill I've got to slow down and find a balanceNo static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictNo static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictNo no static got an automaticLetras de cancionesToo much of anything makes you an addictNo no static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictYou spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flameSmoking jane posted on this porchI got this close to fame without the LeroyBut we live forever wood and leatherSlum is in my village like them niggas in DetroitWhat up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gustoAnd everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yoGutter bread slice it different waysI got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,Roll it up and hit the bitchAddicted to this country living giving it my all dogRaw till I fall y'all here to CaliforniaAnd back again trafficking like Rog what's happeningI'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'llMy own right left without my soul tightRoll threw a cold nightSwerving on a country roadSix pack of Michalobs, o with some funky droTwo much of anything can make a nigga lose controlNo static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictNo static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictNo no static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictNo no static got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictSee I love my reefa, love my ganetsAnd I don't fit into society I'm a menaceSlap my balls on ya rack like tennisAnd turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finishedI'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunkNot to mention shawty rollin' up like 50 bluntsGot nappy in this bitchSticks to the bricksI'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mixWe go ninety in the slow lane with just enough to trafficCross the line 'bout forty times a week on an averageForward then backwards packaged like a sack lunchRidin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad bluntWhat's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all dayAlways keep it caddy hoggin' dog it's all woodToo much of anything can make ya think it's all goodGot an automatic skinny devil and we all shouldNo static got an automaticNo static, no no staticToo much of anything makes you an addictToo much of anything makes you an addict From Letras Mania