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点击复制No Static - Nappy Roots
No static static
No static
Got an automatic automatic
No static static
No static no no static
No static
No static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a n**ga 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
Take it me
I live life so anxiously
Tell me this is 'bout more than se* and buying w**d
Maybe
But anyway we
Burn daily sip baileys early se*
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 come on
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 I'm insane
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 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 n**gas in detroit
What up though though
I'm going for the gusto
Everyday is cut throat but I don't give a f**k yo
Gutter bread slice it different ways
I got some sh*t to say split the swisher pack the hay
Roll it up and hit the b**ch
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 n**ga 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 static got an automatic
Too much of anything
Makes you an addict
See I love my reefa yeah
Love my ganets yeah
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 b**ch ah
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 f**k puffin on a bad blunt
What's ya a** 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
No static
Got an automatic
No static static
No no static
No static
No static
Got an automatic
No static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Traffic rules traffic rules
Break nice break nice
O my God
O my God