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yelawolf - way out lyrics

[hook]
cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
drunk as a fool, throwing that jimmy back until i’m laid out
homie, i’m on my catfish billy sh-t, i’m talking way out
dude, i’m way out – i’m talking way out
rolling country side anywhere that i go, hey now
drunk on ‘quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down”
homie, i’m on my catfish billy sh-t, i’m talking way out
dude, i’m way out – i’m talking way out

[verse 1]
yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
in the pepper converse tryna climb out
and risk it with nothing in my backpack
it’s me: a son of a b-tch, a child of a pr-ck
a stepson you don’t wanna hit
ooo wee, no, not him – not lil wayne, michael wayans
who you thought it was, b?
d-mn right, and i’m on a tightrope
screaming out “die b-tch”, 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 b-tch back on the spot, give me the pistol before you c-ck it
let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain’t it mane?
well, i guess n-body 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 soul, i’m a piece of gold
i’m a pro, i’m a piece of sh-t too, too
what i gotta do if i gotta roll? guess what?
i’mma roll all over you when i’m riding

[hook]

[verse 2]
used to watch my beeper chirp, new d-ckies and a black (?) 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, righting 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-cking truman show
but if you seen me getting 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 sh-t
in fact, you should’ve 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 sp-ce age pimp sh-t that i combine
with what i know, rock and roll, i’m so 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]

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