This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
No static, no static, got an automatic
No static, no no static, no static, no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a nigga back to tobacco road
I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo
I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
Where X and King at
So listen for the knowledge I bring back
Cause cigarette pack and deuce bottle
Blue collar ain't too much we can do father
Taketh me I live life so anxiously
Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex
Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises
Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world
I'm just riding along see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I've got to slow down and find a balance
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame
Smoking jane posted on this porch
I got this close to fame without the Leroy
But we live forever wood and leather
Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit
What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto
And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yo
Gutter bread slice it different ways
I got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,
Roll it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog
Raw till I fall y'all here to California
And back again trafficking like Rog what's happening
I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll
My own right left without my soul tight
Roll threw a cold night
Swerving on a country road
Six pack of Michalobs, o with some funky dro
Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
See I love my reefa, love my ganets
And I don't fit into society I'm a menace
Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis
And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shawty rollin' up like 50 blunts
Got nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix
We go ninety in the slow lane with just enough to traffic
Cross the line 'bout forty times a week on an average
Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch
Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt
What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day
Always keep it caddy hoggin' dog it's all wood
Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good
Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should
No static got an automatic
No static, no no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static, no no static, no static, no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a nigga back to tobacco road
I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo
I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
Where X and King at
So listen for the knowledge I bring back
Cause cigarette pack and deuce bottle
Blue collar ain't too much we can do father
Taketh me I live life so anxiously
Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex
Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises
Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world
I'm just riding along see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I've got to slow down and find a balance
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame
Smoking jane posted on this porch
I got this close to fame without the Leroy
But we live forever wood and leather
Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit
What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto
And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yo
Gutter bread slice it different ways
I got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,
Roll it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog
Raw till I fall y'all here to California
And back again trafficking like Rog what's happening
I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll
My own right left without my soul tight
Roll threw a cold night
Swerving on a country road
Six pack of Michalobs, o with some funky dro
Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
See I love my reefa, love my ganets
And I don't fit into society I'm a menace
Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis
And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shawty rollin' up like 50 blunts
Got nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix
We go ninety in the slow lane with just enough to traffic
Cross the line 'bout forty times a week on an average
Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch
Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt
What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day
Always keep it caddy hoggin' dog it's all wood
Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good
Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should
No static got an automatic
No static, no no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Too much of anything makes you an addict
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No Static Lyrics as written by Melvin E. Adams Ernest C. Jr. Franklin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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