Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Static, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 13.12.2016
Song language: English
The Static |
| I said «Hey Y’all» |
| They tell em stop acting so hood |
| But all it took was a hood for Trayvon |
| So I find it easier telling my hustler friends to play on |
| I ain’t saying they right but don’t you tell me they wrong |
| I tell em «Stay strong» |
| I tell em «Think bout how you wanna spend your days on this planet, |
| they yours to make dog» |
| I try to show em that great achievement usually takes long |
| So how you expect people to act who feel like their days are numbered |
| My days are long and all my nights are filled with restless slumbers |
| Deathless summers make all my complaints seem trivial though |
| Shit, It’s like the fix is in and the system is broke |
| And I’m just tired of arguing 'bout shit that’s empirical bro |
| Slivers of hope was all I had two livers ago |
| The gift and the curse of a mind that’s too critical so |
| Just be more livid than most, envy the simpler folk |
| Such a long distance to go |
| How can I get 'em to know… |
| Hello-Hello |
| Can you hear me now? |
| Get up-Get up |
| Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground) |
| So they can’t tear you down |
| Am I getting through the static? |
| Hello-Hello |
| Can you hear me speak? |
| Leave a m-message after the beep |
| Take it slow |
| And wait for all your seeds to grow |
| It’s the lonely night veteran |
| I ain’t traveled much |
| But I’ve written several albums 'bout all the places my head has been |
| Hesitance been a steady trend |
| Skeptical of the definite |
| Everything is subject to change and that’s the prerequisite |
| Ironic huh? |
| This ain’t no sonnet bruh |
| They pass the mic and when I palm it they astonished bruh |
| And everyone always puts their hands up at all my shows |
| But if I was the police, half the crowd still getting smoked |
| I been trynna shed the light, bring the water for their souls |
| Waiting on us all to grow |
| I do it for the agriculture |
| Rapper slash botanist |
| Half-Defeated, Half-Optimist |
| Running up in your consciousness |
| Killing every pop columnist |
| It’s Craft, homie, I’m in the past, homie |
| Fuck your stupid ass opinions, do the math, homie |
| I’m out here trynna build something that’ll last, homie |
| For now, the envy way greener than the grass, homie |
| Hello-Hello |
| Can you hear me now? |
| Get up-Get up |
| Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground) |
| So they can’t tear you down |
| Am I getting through the static? |
| Hello-Hello |
| Can you hear me speak? |
| Leave a m-message after the beep |
| Take it slow |
| And wait for all your seeds to grow |