Hutch - Watercolors

Gtfo My Way

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way

Ooh, you say you got time for me
But I don't got no time for you, no time for you
Ooh, always on your phone FaceTiming me
But I'm always caught up in other shit I gotta do
Jumpin' on my schedule like jumping jacks
I don't need that shit, I just need some wax
You see it different like parallax
I see it like you just made up all of that
Keep my read receipts off
Cause that's a problem waiting to happen
You tell me I'm fallin' off
Bitch, how the fuck would that happen?
I don't need nobody tellin' me I'll be okay
You, lookin' for encouragement, I look the other way
I, got this shit perfected, imma be okay
You, tell me that I'm fallin' off but I say that I'm gainin' plays
Yuh, yuh, I say that I'm gainin' plays
Full of negativity, I don't need none of that today
I'm lookin' at it like I could be the new Chance or 'Ye
So please stop blowin' up my phone like "wya," aka

I don't got time for you, so get the fuck outta my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Get the fuck, get the fuck outta my way
I don't got time for you, so get the fuck outta my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Get the fuck, get the fuck outta my way

Ooh, I don't got no fuckin' time for you
I'm grindin' on the constant, you tryna stop me from followin' through
Ooh, you talk in circles like you on a roundabout
Like you tryna fit in, doin' donuts in your Honda now
I don't got time for no fakes
You'll do whatever it takes
You say I'm full of mistakes
I don't give a fuck what you say
I'm just tryna cop me a Rolex
I don't wanna hear your testimony
You say my sound is fake like foley
Bitch, you really don't even know me
Bitch, I said bitch, you don't even know me
I done run to the gas station, buy myself a 40
You done change your mind like you in then out, hokey-pokey
That's why I stopped givin' a fuck, close the windows, gettin' smokey
Yuh, yuh, close the windows, gettin' smokey
You done change your mind like you in then out, hokey-pokey
I done run to the gas station, buy myself a 40
Like bitch, I said bitch, you don't even know me

I don't got time for you, so get the fuck outta my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Get the fuck, get the fuck outta my way
I don't got time for you, so get the fuck outta my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Outta my way, get outta my way
Get the fuck, get the fuck outta my way

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Writer(s): Hutch
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