Way Out Stay Out Lyrics

Tryna find a way out yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

I’m grindin’ for tha payout yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

Whoa

I'm here but I'm not here

In the room but I'm not near

Left out and it left me wit this cold face fulla hot tears

Deep thoughts they drive slow like cuttin' grass on a John Deere

Sittin’ still I stayed clean

Started movin’ I got smears

Fogged up but I still steer

I'm switchin' up to a new gear

I don't do fear, issa new year

And I'm ‘wassup' like I'm new here

This my ship I'm Blue Beard

The treasure's all in my chest

I'm takin' over this beat like when white people went west

I'm a good guy but I turn viscous

Done dirt and I dug ditches

My own heart got buried in em

I excavated it and gave it stitches

Love's there but it's got limits

Light skin but I'm gettin' dimmer

If you a wave I'm a great swimmer

You throw salt but I ain't bitter I’m

Tryna find a way out yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

I’m grindin’ for tha payout yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

Tryna find a way out

Grindin’ for tha payout

If I ever make it then I pray that I could stay out

Tryna find a way out yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

Yo

Sometimes it gets too real

Other times it's three real

My son needs Superman so I had to learn how to bend steel

Gym time and I pump iron

Runnin’ miles on the treadmill

Just so I don't gotta murder nobody but turn on the beat and my pen will

Headaches are part of my daily baby

I don't be takin' no Advil

I just get used to the pain

I learned how to sleep in the rain

I learned how to sleep in my car

I learned how to sleep on the floor

The crick in my neck it don't matter cuz sleep is a luxury I can no longer afford

I'm high level

And I like to keep it high high level

You gotta kill a few demons to get to my level

A young fly fellow wavin' hi hello

Yellow gold, purple stones, Swiss tech with the wide bezel

I got some dirt on my hands from all these places I been

I put my life on these lines, it's like there's blood in my pen

I bury the anger within behind a smirk and a grin

Try and push me it'll resurface again, that’s why I'm

Tryna find a way out yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

I’m grindin’ for tha payout yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

Ayy ayyy

Tryna find a way out

Grindin’ for tha payout

If I ever make it then I pray that I could stay out

Tryna find a way out yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh

Cuz we gotta bootstrap it

Nobody, nobody hands anything out

Nobody puts anybody on

You gotta, you gotta make your own momentum

And here's how I put it right (yeah tell me)

The music industry is like lunch tables right

You have winning lunch tables

And when you can sit at these tables you will win with the other people winning (correct)

But if you don't yet have social access to these lunch tables you gotta cook your own food

And make your food so appealing that everybody else wants to come sit at your lunch table