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wordplay t. jay - out the box lyrics

[hook]
yeah boy, i’m out the box with this one
pack it up
grabbed some soul down in new orleans
put it all in a u-haul truck
i’m not gon wait for you to move
i’m on my way, i’m on my way
[verse 1]
this feel like 100,000 on the dance floor
like they just got grinding instrumental and a cypher by the band door
double major and it’s too much to handle
instead of making hits they continue to ramble
hmm, graph it out like samo
she’ll really think you’re cute if you push that lambo
melt real quick like a tea light candle
flex so much the song sound like rambo
the only thing bitter is how cold my verse is
no competition so i guess it’s verses
on the beat too, like “d-mn that he-rs- big!”
– i k!lled it just in case you noticed
my pen just notes wit from the hand i note with
thinking right to left like a backwards notion
they talking like coming up out the rock is hopeless
i put my specks on and they’re lacking focus
[hook]
[bridge]
dance with you like one last time
meet me in the morning, meet me in the morning
cause i gotta move out. [repeat]
[verse 2]
this feel like outkast, ‘fore they broke up
– like you just went “kwish” on a fresh can of soda
– it’s friday night and ya friend just rolled up
– hold up…had to break so i could roll up
so out the box, tell jack to wind up
my crowd gets live so the zombies they line up
– collect later on so the fame is in trust
the fans aa, counting steps, so sense us
[hook]
[verse 3]
i ain’t never cash a check from opinions
guess you better move like a minion, check ya own d-mn villians
if i ever cross the line check ya own d-mn feelings
like a prostate check this is grown man business
shit, what you know about dealing’
say you cook rocks but ain’t never touch a sk!llet
that’s why i put some bounce over 808’s
cause too many future rappers tryna sound like drake
– d-mn, why everybody b-mmed out?
– like you standing under bridges with your thumbs out
– lil longer when you carve your own route
my account got umbrellas when you’re in that drought
not to sound c-cky, but my pants full of broccoli
let ya talent get wasted like a shot full of sake
rolling through the beat like i’m playing kawasaki
they can act like i ain’t present but ain’t nan nigga stop me
[hook] x2

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