Way Out-Yelawolf

Way Out - Yelawolf [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 Trunk 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 a pair of converse, tryin to climb mount everest with nothin in my backpack It’s me: a son of a *****, a child of a prick A stepson you don’t wanna hit Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayne Who you thought it would be? Damn right, and I’m on a tightrope Screaming out loud, "*****”, ***** my life" I ain’t never give a *****, I could never give a ***** now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Throw that ***** back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before you ***** 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 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 soul, I’m a piece of gold I’m a pro, I’m a piece of sh*t too Do, 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, Blue dickies and a Blank Panther Shirt My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth Tennessee bound, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm Media wrong, media write, right ‘em a wrong, ring the alarm Duck under your desk, 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 Should've been the mother*****ing 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 daily, 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 space 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 *****in’ street when I’m in public So I get in this [Hook]