Way Out歌词
歌手：Yelawolf 专辑：Trunk Muzik Returns
作词 : Yelawolf
作曲 : 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 *************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]
作曲 : 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 *************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]
