Way out – 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 sh_t, 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 sh_t, 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 b_tch, 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 was, B?
Damn right, and I’m on a tightrope
Screamin’ out “die b_tch!” F_ck my life…
I ain’t never give a f_ck, I could never give a f_ck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that b_tch back on the sprocket,
Give me the pistol before you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Pour up, 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 soul, I’m a piece of gold
I’m a pro, I’m a piece of sh_t too…
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I’m a roll all over you when I’m ridin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new D_ckies and a Backbreaker shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, rightin’ my wrong, lean to get along
Don’t come to get this, children go – this building is about to blow
I don’t know what I’m a do with this feeling
Inside of my mind and soul
I’m a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the motherf_ckin’ Truman Show
But if you seen me gettin’ 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 shoulda 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 f_ckin’ street when I’m in public
So I get in this…
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, I’m on my Catfish Billy sh_t (sprayed out)
Still ridin’ them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out)
Alabama, South Kakalak is way out
You know we way out
Trunk Muzik is 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 sh_t, I’m talkin’ way out
Dude, I’m way out – I’m talkin’ way out
