Way Out
Let me clear the air now
When I step up in this circle
They don't care about my whereabouts
They wanna see if I really got it
Comparing and validating
Olsen twins and match together, No
By no means to compete with a better me
Paying them no mind got that mental telepathy
On a streak, naked chef got that recipe
Well done and served got that A1 sauce
Everything
A1 sauce everythang European coupe
Yeah, they sleepin on me
Tempurpedic mash the button snooze
Yeah, I'm keepin it movin for the ring
And supersonic zoom
Higher up and ducking birds and haters
Wanna see you lose
Blowin up blowin up
C4 they just can't defuse
Avoiding no mistakes
Like Steve Harvey and no redo
Seeing more with my eyes closed
And the presence is a gift, I know
Surprise and we all go fasho
I'll be out way out
Way outta the way
Put me in a box
I will break out of my space
Just to be in my zone
All alone feelin free
I don't know if it's wrong
But I know what I need
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye ayee ayee)
Putting my pride aside
When I'm around they seem to go
And close the blinds
And overwatching, snippin targets
Feeling left to right, don't know why
Crackin jokes just to feel the vibe
Feel the vibe
But that's okay I know who you really are
Broken soul and insecure maybe you might take it far
Take me out my element
Still in the hood with proper edicate
Do it for the gram and the fame and you'll be desperate
To stay afloat and be relevant judge me by my melanin
And be misinformed by my ways and still be arrogant
I'm my own enemy, I don't need no other rivals
I depend on me, I'm my own american idol
Life's a beauty, I'm a beast
Dead roses no Disney
Greatest love, love yourself
Word up to Whitney
Locked up in my mind cell, Maino
Stuck in a rat race where the queso
I'll be out way out
Way outta the way
Put me in a box
I will break out of my space
Just to be in my zone
All alone feelin free
I don't know if it's wrong
But I know what I need
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye ayee ayee)
When I step up in this circle
They don't care about my whereabouts
They wanna see if I really got it
Comparing and validating
Olsen twins and match together, No
By no means to compete with a better me
Paying them no mind got that mental telepathy
On a streak, naked chef got that recipe
Well done and served got that A1 sauce
Everything
A1 sauce everythang European coupe
Yeah, they sleepin on me
Tempurpedic mash the button snooze
Yeah, I'm keepin it movin for the ring
And supersonic zoom
Higher up and ducking birds and haters
Wanna see you lose
Blowin up blowin up
C4 they just can't defuse
Avoiding no mistakes
Like Steve Harvey and no redo
Seeing more with my eyes closed
And the presence is a gift, I know
Surprise and we all go fasho
I'll be out way out
Way outta the way
Put me in a box
I will break out of my space
Just to be in my zone
All alone feelin free
I don't know if it's wrong
But I know what I need
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye ayee ayee)
Putting my pride aside
When I'm around they seem to go
And close the blinds
And overwatching, snippin targets
Feeling left to right, don't know why
Crackin jokes just to feel the vibe
Feel the vibe
But that's okay I know who you really are
Broken soul and insecure maybe you might take it far
Take me out my element
Still in the hood with proper edicate
Do it for the gram and the fame and you'll be desperate
To stay afloat and be relevant judge me by my melanin
And be misinformed by my ways and still be arrogant
I'm my own enemy, I don't need no other rivals
I depend on me, I'm my own american idol
Life's a beauty, I'm a beast
Dead roses no Disney
Greatest love, love yourself
Word up to Whitney
Locked up in my mind cell, Maino
Stuck in a rat race where the queso
I'll be out way out
Way outta the way
Put me in a box
I will break out of my space
Just to be in my zone
All alone feelin free
I don't know if it's wrong
But I know what I need
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye)
To be outta, way outta the way (ayye ayee ayee)
Credits
Writer(s): Myke De Rama
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