Way Out

[Hook] Cinnamon seats, bass boat flakes, yeah, sprayed out Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jim Beam back until I’m laid out Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy shit, 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 up they telling me “turn it way down” Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy shit, 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, tryna' climb Mount Everest with nothin' in my backpack It’s me: A son of a bitch, 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 would be? Damn right, and I’m on a tightrope Screaming out loud, "Bitch, fuck my life!" I ain’t never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Throw that bitch 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 pro, I’m a piece of shit 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 dickies and a black Raiders 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 ‘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 motherfucking 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, he's high, oh my We’ll be good, baby boy, don’t cry I can make a boat with a book of 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 shit Then bitch, 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 shit 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 fuckin’ street when I’m in public So I get in them... [Hook]