Headass U - static

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

Written by:
Anson Jones

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