Way Out Lyrics

[Hook]
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as fool, throwin' that Jimmy back until I'm laid out
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me “turn it way down”
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out

[Verse 1]
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
and risk it with nothin' in my backpack
It's me: a son of a bitch, a child of a prick
A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil' Wayne, Michael Wayans,
Who you thought it was, B?
Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screamin' out “die bitch!” f*ck my life
I ain't never give a f*ck, I could never give a f*ck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that bitch back on the spot, give me the pistol before you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Poor us, yeah, poppin' these, shockin', ain't it mane?
Well I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame,
'cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name – I'm a phone, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I'mma roll all over you when I'm ridin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Black Panther shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, rightin' my wrong, lean to get long
Don't come to get this, children go – this building is about to blow
I don't know what I'mma do with this feeling
inside of my mind and soul
I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the motherf*ckin' Truman Show
But if you seen me gettin' raped as a child
You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh, like a runner on the dailies, high oh my
You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee
Like no, I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish shit,
In fact, you shoulda never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp shit that I combine
What I know, f*ckin' roll, I'm f*ckin' famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the f*ckin' street when I'm in public
So I get in this

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit (sprayed out)
Still ridin' them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out)
Alabama, South Kakalak is way out
You know we way out
Trunk Muzik is way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me “turn it way down”
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out

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