Текст песни Scratching Static (feat. Nnamdi) - Royal Canoe , NNAMDÏ

Waist drawn on, cattle prod, point at God
With a little bit of veal slippin' outside of your mouth
You can feel it on your fingertips, creeping through the cloud
Rain pouring down, same sorta sound

Struggle piling up
Watch it Tetris, all your flesh is on this MetroCard
Up close, split yolk, classic chicken-egg joke
Brain cracking bad habit, you actually think that it may go well

Find a rhythm and ride it high like a plane flown
Built from nothing, a lie to say that you ain't grown
Grind Rodney Mullen mulling over prior payroll
Find love in something, burning up like Pryor's halo

Want it so bad, need it so bad, chasing it all the way
Scratching at the static, you could pass it from a shock
Keep your feet active, lit a match inside the sock

Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?

Are you getting off?
Are you coming clean?
Do you feel further from who you are or who you'll be?

Did you put your hand up?
You can barely stand up
Are you taking leave to study independently?

You got to find that space if you want to make it talk
You got to find that space if you want to make it talk
Gotta fill it on up before you brush it off
Gotta fill it on up before you brush it off

Old masters in the attic
Still scratching, scratching static
Just hope the needle don't, the needle don't lie

No room left on the canvas
No smoke inside the palace
The skin is starting to, starting to dry

Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?
Yeah, you gotta want it
And ain't that good enough?

Play it through, chasing a saving grace to
Replace the need to be stable, the pain awaits you
Clairvoyant like oil on paper plates (makes you)
See-through and do wish you were lingerie

Run dry on a portrait that's outta paint
Wish more skin would pass it by, it's gotta reiterate
Stance on it, dance on it, like temptation we swayed
Move around, treading water light to touch on a wave

No room left, scratch the shine
Chisel your breath, grind the grind
See who's left past their prime
Take a breath, clear your mind

No room left, scratch the shine
Chisel your breath, grind the grind
See who's left past their prime
Take a breath, clear your mind