Way Out by Yelawolf
[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!” Fuck my life
I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck 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
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