Way Out (://.com/yelawolf)

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[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 [bad word]  I’m talking way out 
 Dude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out 
 Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now 
 Drunk on ‘Quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down” 
 Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word]  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 the pepper Converse tryna climb out 
 And risk it with nothing in my backpack 
 It’s me: a son of a [bad word]  a child of a prick 
 stepson you don’t wanna hit 
 Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayans 
 Who you thought it was, B? 
 [bad word] right, and I’m on a tightrope 
 Screaming out “die [bad word] , [bad word] my life 
 I ain’t never give a [bad word]  I could never give a [bad word] now 
 So put the chain on my bike, yeah 
 Put that [bad word] back on the spot, give me the pistol before you [bad word] 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 [bad word] too, too 
 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, new [bad word] and a Black (?) 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, righting my wrong, lean to get long 
 Don’t come to get this, 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 
 Shoulda been the [bad word] 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 dailies, 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  street when I’m in public 
 So I get in this 

 [Hook]