Yelawolf - Way Out Lyrics
[Hook]Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed outDrunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I’m laid outHomie, I’m on my Catfish Billy shit, I’m talking way outDude, I’m way out – I’m talking way outRolling country side anywhere that I go, hey nowTrunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down”Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy shit, I’m talking way outDude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out[Verse 1]Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into trafficIn a pair of converse, tryin to climb mount everest with nothin in my backpackIt’s me: a son of a *****, a child of a prickA stepson you don’t wanna hitOoo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael WayneWho you thought it would be?Damn right, and I’m on a tightropeScreaming out loud, "*****”, ***** my life"I ain’t never give a *****, I could never give a ***** nowSo put the chain on my bike, yeahThrow that ***** back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before you ***** itLet me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for usPoor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain’t it mane?Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or whitePaint the frame‘Cause I’m only used to refusing the stereotypes of a nameI ain’t a name – I’m a soul, I’m a piece of goldI’m a pro, I’m a piece of shit tooDo, 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 ShirtMy world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of EarthTennessee bound, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor stormMedia wrong, media write, right ‘em a wrong, ring the alarmDuck under your desk, children go — this building is about to blowI don’t know what I’mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soulI’m a one-in-a-million human showShould've been the mother*****ing Truman ShowBut if you seen me getting raped as a childYou probably wouldn’t give me room to growHeavy blow, take a heavy sighLike a runner on the daily, high oh myYou’ll be good, baby boy, don’t cryI can make a boat with the broke up rhymesGod made me the Cherokee like noI can’t let the world off the hook this timeAnd if you didn’t want this catfish shitIn fact, you should've never shook that lineReadied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewindI would rather be drunk than be blindTo the space age pimp shit that I combineWith what I know, rock and roll, I’m so famous, country freshThat I can’t take one step in the *****in’ street when I’m in publicSo I get in this[Hook]
