OUTSIDE RUNNIN (feat. PHI11A)
Ay
Yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah
Okay, I'm fiendin', woke up beamin', makin' heaters in my sleep
I'm just breathin' in this reefer, a procedure I repeat
She a keeper so to speak, but I left her in the sheets
I'm the reaper on the beat, so I left this shit to bleed
On the wax
Ain't no countin' red gettin' out the pack, and now I'm relaxed
They all out of whack, nothin' else to offer to the chat
Stop cappin', oversteppin', you forgettin' where you at, uh
Gettin' back on track, uh, pickin' up the slack, uh
Pick up where we left, I'm sorry, baby, I forget, uh
Too much on my mind, yeah, I got too much on my head, uh
Gotta find the brakes or I'ma kill this, blow my face off
Trippin' out before but now I'm laced up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Can't stop, gotta eat, steppin' up, no gravity
Spread love, bittersweet, spittin' shit on symphonies
Charged up, battery, but I keep on flattering
I ain't slidin' with the snakes, on the ladder 'til I peak
Catch me, dark Z
DMX, USA to the AUS, yeah
SMP to the ASX, yeah
I want the fast dash for cash
I like when she throw it back, uh-huh
Stay on my own track, uh-huh
We might go on a Maccas run
Yeah, I like when my track is fun
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah, yeah
Push the button on the whip, drive through your hood, your man down (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Really fill up when I lift my cup, ran up six this month, I get bands now (bands now)
I don't know, I don't know, she wanna pull my pants down
If you lookin' for me takin' these shots, I beat the last down (woah)
Really feel good, what it feel like?
Knockin' my phone on my door, what the deal like?
And I go up 'til the sun get real light
Live in the dark, and I tell you what it feel like
And I move slow, but I move forward
I'm on my own, what's it for?
I don't do clones, I'm a good boy
I just get dome, I could never be yours, uh
Bustin' out the pack is all these racks, want my bands, hey (racks, racks)
Racks on TikTok lookin' super dumb like what you dare say?
Send nude pictures on my phone like, "Don't you got a man, bae?" (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just be loyal, cheater, rider, you know he gon' stay around
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, yeah
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah
Out of my head, head, out for the bag, bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had, had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, stash
Out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, slack
Out of my head, head, out for the bag, bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had, had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, stash
Out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, slack
Yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah
Okay, I'm fiendin', woke up beamin', makin' heaters in my sleep
I'm just breathin' in this reefer, a procedure I repeat
She a keeper so to speak, but I left her in the sheets
I'm the reaper on the beat, so I left this shit to bleed
On the wax
Ain't no countin' red gettin' out the pack, and now I'm relaxed
They all out of whack, nothin' else to offer to the chat
Stop cappin', oversteppin', you forgettin' where you at, uh
Gettin' back on track, uh, pickin' up the slack, uh
Pick up where we left, I'm sorry, baby, I forget, uh
Too much on my mind, yeah, I got too much on my head, uh
Gotta find the brakes or I'ma kill this, blow my face off
Trippin' out before but now I'm laced up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Can't stop, gotta eat, steppin' up, no gravity
Spread love, bittersweet, spittin' shit on symphonies
Charged up, battery, but I keep on flattering
I ain't slidin' with the snakes, on the ladder 'til I peak
Catch me, dark Z
DMX, USA to the AUS, yeah
SMP to the ASX, yeah
I want the fast dash for cash
I like when she throw it back, uh-huh
Stay on my own track, uh-huh
We might go on a Maccas run
Yeah, I like when my track is fun
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah, yeah
Push the button on the whip, drive through your hood, your man down (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Really fill up when I lift my cup, ran up six this month, I get bands now (bands now)
I don't know, I don't know, she wanna pull my pants down
If you lookin' for me takin' these shots, I beat the last down (woah)
Really feel good, what it feel like?
Knockin' my phone on my door, what the deal like?
And I go up 'til the sun get real light
Live in the dark, and I tell you what it feel like
And I move slow, but I move forward
I'm on my own, what's it for?
I don't do clones, I'm a good boy
I just get dome, I could never be yours, uh
Bustin' out the pack is all these racks, want my bands, hey (racks, racks)
Racks on TikTok lookin' super dumb like what you dare say?
Send nude pictures on my phone like, "Don't you got a man, bae?" (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just be loyal, cheater, rider, you know he gon' stay around
Out of my head, out for the bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, yeah
All out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, yeah
Out of my head, head, out for the bag, bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had, had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, stash
Out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, slack
Out of my head, head, out for the bag, bag
Outside runnin' for this shit I never had, had
All outta patience, got nothin' left to stash, stash
Out of luck, so I'm pickin' up the slack, slack
Credits
Writer(s): Jayson James Becconsall, Liam Geddes-ryan, Addison Mcgregor-dey, Nicholas Wilson
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