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way out there - k.a.a.n. & dem jointz lyrics

way out there lyrics
[intro]
incoming!

[chorus]
throwed off, n*gga i’m way out there
a little bit off, zone of my own, n*gga i’m way out there
never coming home, [?] in my dome, telling me to stay out there
watch where you roam, boy you shoulda known, n*gga they don’t play out there
throwed off, n*gga i’m way out there
a little bit off, zone of my own, n*gga i’m way out there
never coming home, [?] in my dome, telling me to stay out there
watch where you roam, boy you shoulda known, n*gga they don’t play out there

[verse 1]
oh to be real in rеal life
n*ggas don’t know what it feel like
said i got a little bit of insight
put thе shoe on if it feel right
you know you don’t shine with a dim light
you might go blind from the hindsight
you might withdraw from the high life
the b*tch gon’ fall when the time right
ain’t that many motherf*ckers like me, highkey, i see
my n*ggas sick like we need an i.v, hi*c, o.d
b*tch i’m the pick of the litter
bro don’t get mad at me, don’t get bitter
just get better, yeah boy keep your chin up
you’re showing your skirt like a pin*up (a b*tch)
i just wanna ball all day (all day)
tryna max out my pay (my pay)
must’ve blocked ten with another ten, with another ten to a hundred k
n*ggas ain’t wearing they heart on they sleeve
boy my sh*t hot, it’s a hundred degrees
outta the box and you live on the grid
if you ain’t with the sh*t, then b*tch you can exit the premises
[chorus]
throwed off, n*gga i’m way out there
a little bit off, zone of my own, n*gga i’m way out there
never coming home, [?] in my dome, telling me to stay out there
watch where you roam, boy you shoulda known, n*gga they don’t play out there
throwed off, n*gga i’m way out there
a little bit off, zone of my own, n*gga i’m way out there
never coming home, [?] in my dome, telling me to stay out there
watch where you roam, boy you shoulda known, n*gga they don’t play out there

[verse 2]
you could do what you want, you could do anything, don’t disrespect my sh*t
if you ain’t bringing not a gotd*mn thing with you, don’t interject you b*tch
hoe, that’s a head*on, pileup, that intersection sh*t
we take the food outta your mouth, you anorexic, b*tch
never let these greedy motherf*ckers in your section
tryna bite the hand that feeds you, you gon’ end up in emergency kid
don’t play with my bread, i’ma need dat there, i want exact change
more money coming in that i splurge and spend, that’s been my mindframe, [?] taking up
no flames, you don’t want no smoke, you propane
me and mine still living fine, in nirvana like kurt cobain
i don’t wanna hear how you took the dough but that sh*t ended up in hurt vein
all these simple motherf*ckers never struggle but they never bubbled, they just running from it like a track team dang

- k a a n dem jointz lyrics

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