I'm Outside
Look
Look
Fast feet marching I was stepping of the curb
Had something in my left hand
Think it was the bourb
Tryna send a text through
It was just a blur
But I got it then I shot it at my bro like
What's the word?
You down to ride?
Look
Backstreet walking in the middle of the road
Had something in my right hand
Had to be my phone
Tryna find a plan that's better than home
Hold up
Lemme read this text from my bro
Like lemme know
When you outside
I'm not going home
Too much going on
I turn emotions off
And find myself around the hood
And
You can come along
Just don't
Ask me questions on
Who Im fucking on
And what the fuck is wrong
I got this on my own
I lied
Got a kickstand on my life
I couldn't handle my vices
I ran like a nigga can't fight
Ran like a nigga in Nikes
Runs to the Henny on ice
Ran to the bitches that like me
I love you
Can I stay the night?
But I ran so much its like cardio
Adios
To all of the problems I got at home
They all wanna know where I go
But I don't know
Cause Im lost
Lost
I couldn't find peace on the internal
So in turn I got lost on the externals
Fast feet marching I was stepping of the curb
Had something in my left hand
Think it was the bourb
Tryna send a text through
It was just a blur
But I got it then I shot it at my bro like
What's the word?
You down to ride?
Look
Backstreet walking in the middle of the road
Had something in my right hand
Had to be my phone
Tryna find a plan that's better than home
Hold up
Lemme read this text from my bro
Like lemme know
When you outside
Look
Fast feet marching I was stepping of the curb
Had something in my left hand
Think it was the bourb
Tryna send a text through
It was just a blur
But I got it then I shot it at my bro like
What's the word?
You down to ride?
Look
Backstreet walking in the middle of the road
Had something in my right hand
Had to be my phone
Tryna find a plan that's better than home
Hold up
Lemme read this text from my bro
Like lemme know
When you outside
I'm not going home
Too much going on
I turn emotions off
And find myself around the hood
And
You can come along
Just don't
Ask me questions on
Who Im fucking on
And what the fuck is wrong
I got this on my own
I lied
Got a kickstand on my life
I couldn't handle my vices
I ran like a nigga can't fight
Ran like a nigga in Nikes
Runs to the Henny on ice
Ran to the bitches that like me
I love you
Can I stay the night?
But I ran so much its like cardio
Adios
To all of the problems I got at home
They all wanna know where I go
But I don't know
Cause Im lost
Lost
I couldn't find peace on the internal
So in turn I got lost on the externals
Fast feet marching I was stepping of the curb
Had something in my left hand
Think it was the bourb
Tryna send a text through
It was just a blur
But I got it then I shot it at my bro like
What's the word?
You down to ride?
Look
Backstreet walking in the middle of the road
Had something in my right hand
Had to be my phone
Tryna find a plan that's better than home
Hold up
Lemme read this text from my bro
Like lemme know
When you outside
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Writer(s): Charlesworth Browne
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