Way Out Lyrics
| Song | Way Out |
| Artist | Yelawolf |
| Album | Trunk Muzik Returns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 *************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 *************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 ************* | |
| 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 *************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 *************ies and a Blank Panther *************rt | |
| 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******* 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 *************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 *************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 *******’ street when I’m in public | |
| So I get in this | |
| [Hook] |
| 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 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 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 | |
| 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 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 ies and a Blank Panther rt | |
| 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 oneinamillion human show | |
| Should' ve been the mother 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 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 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 ' street when I' m in public | |
| So I get in this | |
| Hook |
| 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 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 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 | |
| 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 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 ies and a Blank Panther rt | |
| 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 oneinamillion human show | |
| Should' ve been the mother 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 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 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 ' street when I' m in public | |
| So I get in this | |
| Hook |
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