Way Out
Dirty Sanchez
GENRE
[Dirty Sanchez - Verse 1]
Do I sound cocky when I say that I’m a fucking genius?
They’d rather hear me say that I ain’t shit, how convenient
Like I ain’t change ya life at least once, puttin’ out the most projects in the least months, these cunts, uh
Word play need a chaperone
From the playground to the battle zone
They labelled me a vagabond
The one they preyed bad upon
But God is with me
The lyrics to this song belong hung in the Whitney
I pierce through you soul, no spears, no Brittany
Toxic typе love like Bobby and Whitney
Brown in my cup, I see a lot of ninеs and I’m roundin’ them up
Ten toes down, never down in the dumps
She gets butterflies when I pound in her guts
I smoke the beat heavy like there’s pounds my lungs
I’m trippy like I stashed acid tabs in my tongue
Yeah, the damage is done, I’m the passion at one
Like Jesus Christ my homie
I can’t stop four a second like the hands on a Rollie
I’m a ticking time bomb, you gon’ have to destroy me
Tick tock, tick tock, this ice got my wrist locked
When the demons wanna rumble, gotta have your fists up
Back and forth attackin’, my brother asked what happened
I’ve been feeling kinda lost but never lost my passion
Imma make the movement live forever, you could say it’s my endeavor
Steezy told me sució don’t ever let these putos get up, get up, get up
[Hook]
I’ve been on this road so long
Tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out
[Nyck Caution - Verse 2]
You know I got you Dirty…
Yeah, commercial rappers cause they gone in like a minute thirty
Watch how they misinterpret, all 2020
Making all you bitches nervous, they do you dirty
Then they cry at your service, I’m with Dirty getting high as the service
We underground, we behind all the curtains
Thinking’ ‘bout Steezy, start to cry and say my eyes is allergic
If only he could see my strides as a person, Or everybody strides
Especially where he kind of embodies you
I know you aren’t here to tell em’ but we proud of you
Boys turn to men and some turn to cowards
And they pray but their energy is still inside my body, boy I’m shatterproof
The truth the truth, can’t be mad at who gon’ say it to ya
Cuss’ at the people round ya, wouldn’t even say it to ya
Yes men, the skies his best friends with they own self-interests
How we s'pose to be in business, man, when we don’t know the business plan?
We just told to be happy somebody interested
I ain’t a villain, but a nemesis
It just depends on whose story that you invested in
The underdog is always downplayed til’ they start winning shit
And then its luck until they win again
And then its bro, we seen the vision
Nobody else was listening, we know your full of shit…
I know I’ve been on this road for too long
Just tryna find my out, Just tryna find my way out
I’ve been on this road so long
Tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out out
Do I sound cocky when I say that I’m a fucking genius?
They’d rather hear me say that I ain’t shit, how convenient
Like I ain’t change ya life at least once, puttin’ out the most projects in the least months, these cunts, uh
Word play need a chaperone
From the playground to the battle zone
They labelled me a vagabond
The one they preyed bad upon
But God is with me
The lyrics to this song belong hung in the Whitney
I pierce through you soul, no spears, no Brittany
Toxic typе love like Bobby and Whitney
Brown in my cup, I see a lot of ninеs and I’m roundin’ them up
Ten toes down, never down in the dumps
She gets butterflies when I pound in her guts
I smoke the beat heavy like there’s pounds my lungs
I’m trippy like I stashed acid tabs in my tongue
Yeah, the damage is done, I’m the passion at one
Like Jesus Christ my homie
I can’t stop four a second like the hands on a Rollie
I’m a ticking time bomb, you gon’ have to destroy me
Tick tock, tick tock, this ice got my wrist locked
When the demons wanna rumble, gotta have your fists up
Back and forth attackin’, my brother asked what happened
I’ve been feeling kinda lost but never lost my passion
Imma make the movement live forever, you could say it’s my endeavor
Steezy told me sució don’t ever let these putos get up, get up, get up
[Hook]
I’ve been on this road so long
Tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out
[Nyck Caution - Verse 2]
You know I got you Dirty…
Yeah, commercial rappers cause they gone in like a minute thirty
Watch how they misinterpret, all 2020
Making all you bitches nervous, they do you dirty
Then they cry at your service, I’m with Dirty getting high as the service
We underground, we behind all the curtains
Thinking’ ‘bout Steezy, start to cry and say my eyes is allergic
If only he could see my strides as a person, Or everybody strides
Especially where he kind of embodies you
I know you aren’t here to tell em’ but we proud of you
Boys turn to men and some turn to cowards
And they pray but their energy is still inside my body, boy I’m shatterproof
The truth the truth, can’t be mad at who gon’ say it to ya
Cuss’ at the people round ya, wouldn’t even say it to ya
Yes men, the skies his best friends with they own self-interests
How we s'pose to be in business, man, when we don’t know the business plan?
We just told to be happy somebody interested
I ain’t a villain, but a nemesis
It just depends on whose story that you invested in
The underdog is always downplayed til’ they start winning shit
And then its luck until they win again
And then its bro, we seen the vision
Nobody else was listening, we know your full of shit…
I know I’ve been on this road for too long
Just tryna find my out, Just tryna find my way out
I’ve been on this road so long
Tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out, tryna find my out out
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