The Outlet
Lyrics
People smile to my eyes but lie anyways
Live and let die momma carry me always
For the people just love me for who I am
God bless the dollar cuts from 'uncle sam'
Endless nights, frankly just wanting to relive
Heartbreaks turn to 808s, I try to forgive
Oh heavenly father
How sweet the sound
Concrete rose grab metaphors all around
Bliss from the mist of autumn in this town
Don't fall for the sauce, frown upside down
Do she love me?
Or opportunistic with the lust?
I hate this game, ain't no leaning back with trust
Officer I'm waiting for metro, "Please don't shoot!"
Versace silk season yelling, "Gimme the loot!"
Dam
Wheel spinnin shuffle infinity loop
I love the crowd, cuz they're my music group
Goddamn
Two pockets rose pedals from the bed
Blood red concrete, yeah they shot him dead
Learning ain't only life's one true course
They saying that knowledge is the one true curse
I wake up everyday
Knowing my worth
Is growing up fast ever since my birth
Golden sunshine imma fly high like a bird
I'm breaking out/let my voice be heard
Scratch the surface cuz you don't know what you'll find
Solve the puzzle, cuz that's just a piece of mind
Dropping bombs on the beat its a land mine
Back and forth with my girl like we 'From Time'
Curious composition of the sweet life rhymes
Sweet and sour sauce chicken with the sprite lime
Take my fam to St. Tropez
Indulge in some white wine
Sliding up and down the pole, that's a dirty whine
Most of my mans back home involved in violent crime
They ask me if I want in, "Just don't have the time"
Doing work on Everyday like, "Where do I sign?"
I move so I don't have to align
Where ever I go the people stop and stare
Truth is I'm a ghost
Never really there (Never really there)
Two pockets rose pedals from the bed
Blood red concrete, yeah they shot him dead
Learning ain't only life's one true course
They saying that knowledge is the one true curse
I wake up everyday
Knowing my worth
Is growing up fast ever since my birth
Golden sunshine imma fly high like a bird
I'm breaking out/let my voice be heard
Let it breath, let it breath muthafucka
Jus let it breath, let it breath muthafucka
Now clap ya hands, clap ya hands
Jus Let it breath, let it breath muthafucka
Jus let it breath, let it breath muthafucka
Now clap ya hands, clap ya hands
Writer(s): Aligo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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