Lyrics:
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tami Show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've had
Outta my mind
I'm never falling in line
I'm wasting all of my time doing there grind just to get by get by get by get by
And every little second
to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thoughts lead to full-throttle screaming
Come on!
I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static
And put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm
My favorite song, don't know how it goes
It's temperamental like a static comin' over the radio
When I signal to a satellite nobody is home
And,
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers),
Through the static, you said my name
Didn't feel the same
If I could have it just one more day
Hung up in a frame
You laid your body down by
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
by everything
That I don't want to be (don't want to be)
The sound is suffocating
It's nothing but static, it's nothing but static, it's deafening
passes by?
Do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios?
Shut the window love
Keep the world outside
I don't want to think about any one
All of that talkin' ain't addin' up (addin' up)
These niggas callin' a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turnin' the static up
Nigga, I'm turnin'
It's hard to be what you need through a static screen
Been trying to speak for weeks and weeks
Open my mouth
All that comes out is white noise
know static prevails.
Take a seat at your request.
Five years I'm still there.
The longest time away, my friend.
Rocking three Goodyears and a Michelin
A tailgate hangin' on by a thread
With an old V8 knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Lord knows it wasn't perfect
here
Waiting by the phone
Waiting for a melody
Confusingly clear
Static, in high fidelity
My statements been made
Your statements retracted
Yet I’m still
All of that talkin' ain't addin' up (addin' up)
These niggas callin' a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turnin' the static up
Nigga, I'm turnin'
Thumb exposed, arm extended
90 degrees on the hot concrete
Vacant lanes, occasional trains
Static radio, static feet
Grab the car grab the keys
You
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Locked-in to a dream
Step by step
Crawling but static
Unchanged
Unchanged
Locked into emotion
Finely tuned
Aching to escape
Harmful,
Locked-in to a dream
Step by step
Crawling but static
Unchanged
Unchanged
Locked into emotion
Finely tuned
Aching to escape
Harmful, harmless
heavy load
On this old dirt road
In the wooden wheels
And the liquor deals
In the mason jars
By the reservoir
Just give my royalties
To those willow
three they danced on the sea
Four by four they danced on the shore
Five by five they tried to survive
Six by six they were playing with tricks.
How many
the feelin', I'm chillin', just livin', I'm livin' away
Conversations we havin', I'm gettin' too static, too much on my plate
Lord I need me a break
But
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