Way Out - Yelawolf

Way Out (Explicit) - Yelawolf
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 sh*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 sh*t I'm talking way out
Dude I'm way out I'm talking way out
Yeah intergalactic out of my mind and into traffic
In a pair of converse trying to climb mount everest with nothing in my backpack
It's me a son of a b**ch a child of a brick 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 b**ch f**ked my life
I ain't never give a f**ked I could never give a f**ked now so put the chain on my bike yeah
Throw that b**ch back on the sprocket give me the pistol before you cock 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 prow I'm a piece of sh*t too do
What I gotta do if I gotta roll Guess what I'mma roll all over you when I'm riding
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 sh*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 sh*t I'm talking way out
Dude I'm way out I'm talking way out
Used to watch my beeper chirp Blue pinkies and a Blank Panther shirt
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 them 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 motherf**ker 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 sh*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 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**king street when I'm in public so I get in this
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 sh*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 sh*t I'm talking way out
Dude I'm way out I'm talking way out