Static
Crushin powder cause I'm feelin down
Love the way I'm hearing sounds with no else around
Hit the blunt and then I go to town
Damn I'm so faded I forgot what I was singing now
I got static in my fuckin head
All the white noise make me wish that I was fucking dead
Can't remember anything you did
I replaced my memories with dreams inside my bed
Every moment in my sleep is gold
And being woke is kind of getting old
I got talent that u can't control
Plus I already sold my fuckin soul
I got 2 12's and they bump in the back
Sawed off the end so it fits in the bag
She wanna suck on my dick like a hag
But I can't be controlled like her tits when they sag
I say preposterous shit for a gag
Really I do all this shit for the bag
I smoke away all my pain into dabs
Then I focus my research on heat in the lab
U say my mixing is weak cause u mad
U wouldn't know bout a hit if it smacked
Ur in denial and bitch cause u sad
But I'm takin that shit and I'm throwing in back
U got bad energy your shit is whack
Punked by a kid got you switching your act
Always behind cause your shit always lacks
Where the passion and talent? just copy a track
Crushin powder cause I'm feelin down
Love the way I'm hearing sounds with no else around
Hit the blunt and then I go to town
Damn I'm so faded I forgot what I was singing now
I got static in my fuckin head
All the white noise make me wish that I was fucking dead
Can't remember anything you did
I replaced my memories with dreams inside my bed
Love the way I'm hearing sounds with no else around
Hit the blunt and then I go to town
Damn I'm so faded I forgot what I was singing now
I got static in my fuckin head
All the white noise make me wish that I was fucking dead
Can't remember anything you did
I replaced my memories with dreams inside my bed
Every moment in my sleep is gold
And being woke is kind of getting old
I got talent that u can't control
Plus I already sold my fuckin soul
I got 2 12's and they bump in the back
Sawed off the end so it fits in the bag
She wanna suck on my dick like a hag
But I can't be controlled like her tits when they sag
I say preposterous shit for a gag
Really I do all this shit for the bag
I smoke away all my pain into dabs
Then I focus my research on heat in the lab
U say my mixing is weak cause u mad
U wouldn't know bout a hit if it smacked
Ur in denial and bitch cause u sad
But I'm takin that shit and I'm throwing in back
U got bad energy your shit is whack
Punked by a kid got you switching your act
Always behind cause your shit always lacks
Where the passion and talent? just copy a track
Crushin powder cause I'm feelin down
Love the way I'm hearing sounds with no else around
Hit the blunt and then I go to town
Damn I'm so faded I forgot what I was singing now
I got static in my fuckin head
All the white noise make me wish that I was fucking dead
Can't remember anything you did
I replaced my memories with dreams inside my bed
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Writer(s): Cobra The Exile
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