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Static

Static on average

Got my bitch at the pageant

Fuck a closet

It's a fridge fulla fashion

Static gotta fist fulla magic

Met Haggard

Got my wrist all wrapped with a bandage

Static cus I'm crippled by the baggage

Bad bitch on the handle of the wagon

She a pacifist I'm active

Static in the pussy

I be prancin' like I'm Bambi

But the Audi I be whippin' in a second

Clipping beats an that grass

For a snake in my stash

Ripping out teeth

With no change in my emotional path

Reel back

Imma read a fortune of my past

While deciphering the laughs

Of the constellations mapped

I been off the weed with the hoodie up

Drawstrings pulled to my wrist, cut

Beam make 'em dance shit he boogied now

I don't think they know

That I don't fuck with em

Bitch I know that the winters cold

You could die in the blizzard

An not a soul would know

I been stuck in the basement

The door is made of stone

Poor an abrasive

An I been pourin a mason jar

Fulla stank ass dro

Walk on the roof I'm like a bare king kong

Wet and forgotten she like an ancient cove

I'm outta pocket so much I'm on the floor

You not on your own

Belittle me

Literally I'm living as the villain willingly

A bill for weed for shill

Is hell to me unselfishly

Approximate

Overseers are watchin' me

The hawks are cockin' glocks

An stalking as the flock proceeds

Helicopters and officers

Swat the pavement walk I heed

Hope they blind to my autonomy

Hope the ungodly about of substances

Not a premature lobotomy

Truman show it gotta be

Where's a loser go

Besides a beat that he's bodyin'?

I been off the weed with the hoodie up

Drawstrings pulled to my wrist, cut

Beam make 'em dance shit he boogied up

I don't think they know

That I don't fuck with em

I been off the weed with the hoodie up

I been off the weed with the hoodie up

Drawstrings pulled to my wrist, cut

I don't think they know

That I don't fuck with em

Another week without a meal

I need some grease the squeaky wheel

I eat a beat an wish you well

I eat a bean an I see hell

I'm still thin still frail

I cannot wait to sell my soul

I cannot wait 'til I get holed

I cannot wait 'til this shit over

5 Upside down an it sideways

Lookin' like a 2 from a high place

Lookin' real good high mileage

Lookin' like a pile of bad ideas

Bad idea

Bad idea

Hopped on the track

I went 5 gears

Hopped in all black

An tried violence

Sombody fuckin' with the 5 shit

555 Then I dip

High with a myth

With my eyes Sisyphus

Broke as a bitch

I been told I ain't shit

I been told I'm a miss

But the pain turn to piss

Lost some fans right there yeah I mighta

Dropped my spare in the river need a lighter

Lost in Delaware I cannot repair a tire

I been on my barracuda

But I listen on the wire

Drop right as my friends

Tryna boost my appearance

Apparent I'm a burden

I'm just waitin' to get buried

Peers not caring but I don't need clearance

Married to the music

But divorcing will be messy

Murder, OJ but its worse

An I be whippin' in the hearse

When I'm tryna hurdle on a hurley

I get murked

When they givin' birth and thanking god

They better call my ass first