Yelawolf - Way Out lyrics

[Hook] Cinnamon seats, ba** 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 sh**, 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 sh**, 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 b**h, 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, "b**h, f** my life!" I ain't never give a f**, I could never give a f** now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Throw that b**h back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before you co*k 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 sh** 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 motherf**ing 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 sh** Then b**h, 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** 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**in' street when I'm in public So I get in them... [Hook]