Lyrics:
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no time (time) for the D-Q
I say who-dee-who
[Static]
Pass me the courvoisier
It's
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
brick by brick
tick by tick
hit by hit
attack
mother phucker
attack
i'll bring you to your knees
bring it on
mother phucker
im calculating your
brick by brick
tick by tick
hit by hit
attack
mother phucker
attack
i'll bring you to your knees
bring it on
mother phucker
im calculating your
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought lead to full-throttle screaming
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
There's an inn by the bay where I'm meeting you
A peculiar place for a rendezvous
I'm struggling with shutting the bathroom door
It keeps getting
Mr bling bling
Is a jewelry king
Selling grills, gold chains, and diamond rings
He has flings with honey's from Beijing
He's on g-strings like static
I be scheming
Ain’t being dramatic
Ice in the Patek
Winning by habit
Uh yeah
God Blessed me with talent
You don’t want no static
Get hit wit this
it's static
Slide by myself nigga, let you have it
I got bad habits
Spend it slow, make it fast, it's everlasting
Cock it back
Ima blast it
You think
think I'm losin' it
Been real haunted by your absence
Steady losin' grip
All alone it's fuckin' tragic
Am I doing this?
All I hear is fucking static
Will
losing it
Been real haunted by your absense
Steady losing grip
All alone, it's fucking tragic
Am I doing this?
All I hear is fucking static
Will I let you
If you a goon, im a savage
If im a bitch, im a bad bitch
I'm eating jerk with the cabbage
If he pull up then its static
Dickery dock
Mouse ass
Oh you're looking like a singer with your cigarette
And your playing with my feelings like a game of roulette
By the way you vibe your hair makes you
& I got it by the tree
Let's get this shit straight
My hittas gon slide
Ain't a homie round me a sucka gon try
You don't want static then you better
they've felt it too
A better life without the rows of static guilt
And under pine trees up the hill
Drink whiskey by the chapel doors
I'm a burden, but I'm
grows numb like static
Tight, underneath that acid blanket
We're all medicated, and we suffer through the lies
We're all fabricated, separated by design
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got ya lil hoe by
applauding
Dying ovations as the Murder is plotting
Knowing, they have won, crimes punishable by death
So, static movements, shaky hands; I see your breath
Can
My dreams are powered by
Static electricity
Static electricity
And the wind from your breathing, breathing
My mind is a turbine spinning away in
bureaucratic, half off sheets and exposed mattress, been rubbing my face Against this pillow
(For so long)
I get shocked by electric static, folded mirrors,
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