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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ yo
Gutter bread slice it different ways
I got some %#@! to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,

Roll it up and hit the (*##$
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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$

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 $#&@, puffin on a bad blunt
What's ya $$# 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