Out My Face (feat. Jimmy Prime)
Get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Bitch get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
How the world so big I still run out of space?
I need you to step back, get the fuck out my face
I do the dash, do the race, tryna keep up the pace
but zooted - like the blunt was laced
I'm from a place where you probably get punched in the face
If you ain't gettin' money get the fuck out the way
Jiggy nigga from a big city
And I don't need no itty bitty yeah I like some big titties
About to take the show all over the road, all over the globe, I was over the stove now-
I'm doin big things
Yeah I know she miss me
Yeah you know how a bitch be
When you living richly, money rice crispy
Like how'd you ever diss me?
Now I never pick up when you call
And honestly I think I'm better off
Get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Bitch get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Bitch get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
How the world so big I still run out of space?
I need you to step back, get the fuck out my face
I do the dash, do the race, tryna keep up the pace
but zooted - like the blunt was laced
I'm from a place where you probably get punched in the face
If you ain't gettin' money get the fuck out the way
Jiggy nigga from a big city
And I don't need no itty bitty yeah I like some big titties
About to take the show all over the road, all over the globe, I was over the stove now-
I'm doin big things
Yeah I know she miss me
Yeah you know how a bitch be
When you living richly, money rice crispy
Like how'd you ever diss me?
Now I never pick up when you call
And honestly I think I'm better off
Get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Bitch get out my face yeah, I don't wanna talk about it
Give me some space yeah, everybody fake yeah
It's not material but clearly this has burdened on me
It's just a burial of problems, make me feel like nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Conner Jackson
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