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STATIC INTERLUDE Video (MV)




Performed By: Raven
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Sam Jernigan




Raven - STATIC INTERLUDE Lyrics
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Workin' so hard that I forget to eat
So whenever I sit down, I'ma need me a feast
He get beat into submission, blood leak into his linens
Big Glock, see it peakin' through my denim
Finna rent a priest the way I'm sinnin'
I been sayin' listen, these youngins ain't want to
Pull the blade and I'm skinnin'
Up the pipe, make him kiss it
And split what I'm gon' do, they know Raven a menace
And I don't give a f*ck about none
I walk around clutchin' my gun
Limpin' like I had some Polio, Bird Gang not no OVO
This shit has only begun
We takin' over 'cause these youngins been f*ckin' up
And it's cold so we bundled up
Bad bitch with a bubble butt get the dick and I'm dippin'
She know I can't cuddle up
Me and gang on the up and up, can't stop
Thought she was from Thailand, she bang cock
Boujee with the straps, only bang Glocks
We'll turn long sleeves to tank tops
Only if you run up
Up in the trap we slang dope till the sun up
He ain't talkin' money, that's the moment that I hung up
He ain't talkin' money, uppercut gon' make him shut up
He was scared to slide, told him "Nut up"
'Cause it's showtime
At his neck like a bow tie, or a violin
Youngins know I love violence
To this shit, I devote time
So I'm with it like a siamese twin
The shit I be in get messy and them killers what I befriend
No IBM, LSD got me feelin' robotic
A loop what I'm likely in
No roller coaster
Safe to say that I'm a chronic overdoser
I be workin' harder than a stolen motor
Twelve gauge came with a shoulder holster
Jump in the tub while I hold a toaster
Wanted for my crimes but I stole the poster
No ghost composer
All me youngin, I'm the coldest over here
And over there
Toolie on me with a coolin' kit, boy you is stupid hit
And a switchblade right on my side, stick it right in yo eye
Bein' ignorant, I'm doin' it
I don't mind all the voices as long as they keep tellin' me how to do this shit
I ain't lettin' up off of they necks, shoes covered in gooey shit
What I'm starting, a movement
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Workin' so hard that I forget to eat
So whenever I sit down, I'ma need me a feast
He get beat into submission, blood leak into his linens
Big Glock, see it peakin' through my denim
Finna rent a priest the way I'm sinnin'
I been sayin' listen, these youngins ain't want to
Pull the blade and I'm skinnin'
Up the pipe, make him kiss it
And split what I'm gon' do, they know Raven a menace
And I don't give a f*ck about none
I walk around clutchin' my gun
Limpin' like I had some Polio, Bird Gang not no OVO
This shit has only begun
We takin' over 'cause these youngins been f*ckin' up
And it's cold so we bundled up
Bad bitch with a bubble butt get the dick and I'm dippin'
She know I can't cuddle up
Me and gang on the up and up, can't stop
Thought she was from Thailand, she bang cock
Boujee with the straps, only bang Glocks
We'll turn long sleeves to tank tops
Only if you run up
Up in the trap we slang dope till the sun up
He ain't talkin' money, that's the moment that I hung up
He ain't talkin' money, uppercut gon' make him shut up
He was scared to slide, told him "Nut up"
'Cause it's showtime
At his neck like a bow tie, or a violin
Youngins know I love violence
To this shit, I devote time
So I'm with it like a siamese twin
The shit I be in get messy and them killers what I befriend
No IBM, LSD got me feelin' robotic
A loop what I'm likely in
No roller coaster
Safe to say that I'm a chronic overdoser
I be workin' harder than a stolen motor
Twelve gauge came with a shoulder holster
Jump in the tub while I hold a toaster
Wanted for my crimes but I stole the poster
No ghost composer
All me youngin, I'm the coldest over here
And over there
Toolie on me with a coolin' kit, boy you is stupid hit
And a switchblade right on my side, stick it right in yo eye
Bein' ignorant, I'm doin' it
I don't mind all the voices as long as they keep tellin' me how to do this shit
I ain't lettin' up off of they necks, shoes covered in gooey shit
What I'm starting, a movement
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Writer: Sam Jernigan
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