Static Songtext
von Packy

Life, life, I′m out, out
In, in, the prime time of your
Life, life, I'm out, out
In, in, the prime time of your
Life, life, I′m out, out
In, in, the prime time of your
Life, life, I'm out, out
In, in, the prime time of your


Look, back at the crib on Grand River 'cross from Allen Street
Parking lot was always poppin′, threw it up like every week
Yeah, that was the blue crib where I started makin′ music
Had the room under the stairs, I was rappin' in my computer
Studyin′ game, masterin' flows
Record that shit and show it to my boys, never to Chose
It wasn′t ready, I wasn't sure if people
Would hear it and still accept me
I got songs that ain′t nobody hearin' still except me
Unacceptable, it was decision time
I decided ain't nobody ill as me at kickin′ rhymes
Mind made up, spittin′ like I'm eight commission
Blind to the bullshit, grindin′ with tunnel vision and I'm

At it again, at it again
At it again, I′m at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, back at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, I'm at it again
At it again, at it again
Turn that talkin′ to static again

The prime time of your
Life, life, I'm out, out
In, in, the prime time of your


Uh, at the condo off Lake Lansing and Barclay
Had the studio, second floor, end of the hallway
Where Mo would sleep, both of us strugglin'
Both of us jugglin′ class and work
To make the music last, we put it first
Don′t nobody know the time spent
But we weren't ′bout to look back at this
Music shit and wonder where the time went
Late nights plottin' a takeover
A couple of new faces, the game need a makeover
We got it, Jack, one year and three mixtapes later, we set it off
That was just the icin′ on the cake, they think I said it all?
No sir, I needed rap more than ever
Put the rest on the back burner, I wanted this shit forever
Ain't nothin′ change

At it again, at it again
At it again, I'm at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, back at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, I'm at it again
At it again, at it again
Turn that talkin′ to static again

The prime time of your
Life, life, I′m out, out
In, in, the prime time of your

Now it's apartment 11 off of Redondo
The scenery changed but we still workin′ like we at the condo
It's just stakes are higher, some money is on the table
And it′s harder tryna market, be the artist and the label but
I swear I love it though, I'm never satisfied
I only sleep to dream again and bring the dream alive
I′m writin' suicide, puttin' my heart in this shit
And killin′ it the same as when I started this shit
It′s all in my soul now
I took it where it's warmer ′cause I'm cold now
I′m tryna get the headlines, I'm sick of the scroll down
Stickin′ to the essence, you can resent it
But ain't nobody progressin' like this
And still keep it authentic, boy, I′m

At it again, at it again
At it again, I′m at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, back at it again
At it again, at it again
At it again, I'm at it again
At it again, at it again
Turn that talkin′ to static again

Talkin' to static again, talkin′ to static again
Talkin' to static again, talkin′ to static again
Talkin' to static again, talkin' to static again
Talkin′ to static again, talkin′ to static again