Out of It

[Produced by Curtiss King] [Hook] Yea, I'm so out of it, out of it Thought I made it really clear I do not belong here I'm so out of it, out of it They just want the same thing We just wanna change things I'm so out of it, out of it [Verse 1] Let's go I'm gliding through the wind, spread high Yea, sorta close Peaks and valleys, know my limits I don't know no borders though No concept of county lines, no concept of altitude Freedom move about the country, the air here's kinda cool Ask 'em 'bout dinosaurs I tend to think we kinda new Ask 'em 'bout carnivores Yea bro that's my kind of food Tryna trip a ?, up I think it's kinda rude Like me cause I'm like them but I'm not So I'm just kinda cool Plus I know this climate too, well Just to sort of miss it Know to listen, fail to act Perhaps cause I feel sorta distant Still close, I rhyme different And still boast, tell 'em what time is it Be on jetlag, with no spacecraft Gravity don't exist so you pissed we replaced that? Flowing open over oceans Outer space with no emotion Hoping if we get 'em open They could be moved by our devotion [Hook] [Verse 2] They keep tryna figure me out little me now Some punks start little me now, feeling me out They don't know Went in a match, went in a drought We still grow Let's reexamine, what is it now You really found new info With or without, living it out We been dope ?, figure it out So simple In it but not of it They love, they wanna see it They ?, they wanna be it They covering ?, human beings I'm killing with the emceeing I'm running the whole show and expecting you ? To do it the way I did it, I did it the way I loved it Moved I how we did and did it with no grudges Oh, we don't fit The labels won't touch us We started our own and did it with no budget Wait I don't know if that's something I should brag about On second I thought I don't know if I should've ever taken this rapper out I'm a dreamer I admit Maybe I should close my eyelids and go back to clouds Cause I'm outta this world Even up I still see clear like that's my house And that's the way, bread Even as a castaway said Even if I pass away, led on my feet with my God I sin, so I'm cool Outta this world, may face ridicule Imma keep flying high as we flying by Only way we know how to move, truth [Hook]