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.
Music, music, music. The blowin' of the wind. If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm. The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast. Your whole life is a beat.
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man. Come out to the West Coast more often. Aw it sounds good, ooh. What was you talkin about. Yeah. . [Chorus:]. I got to leave here this mornin', ah.