Out Lyrics

Ha ha ha

You're out of pocket, you're out of line

Out of second second chances bro

You really ran out of tries

Out of lies

Out of alibis

If I see you again, blood gon' thin

Mix it in with formaldehyde

Out your mind

How bout' get a life and get out of mine

Yeah, yeah

Get out of mine

Uhhh, get out of mine

Yeah, yeah

Get out of mine

Go get a life then get the fuck out of mine

Here we go, here we go

Bouta let it bang no 808's

Ain't the bass from the stereo, stereo

I'm not good for the heart, motherfucker, still put a hole in you like Cheerios

Where you been my guess only Siri knows

Remember adolescence, being my best friend

That shit ended a year ago

Why the fuck I ain't fucked you up

More than Able like I'm Cane

Don't you send my sister messages

Don't say her fucking name

People say age is but a number

But she younger than that phrase

Six years under you my brother

Twenty-one, so count your days

Okay, I don't wanna bring your momma no more pain

She had too much in her life anyway

How much can she really fucking take

Once she gets a break, you'll meet her at Heaven's Gate

You're out of pocket, you're out of line

Out of second second chances bro

You really ran out of tries

Out of lies

Out of alibis

If I see you again, blood gon' thin

Mix it in with formaldehyde

Out your mind

How bout' get a life and get out of mine

Yeah, yeah

Get out of mine

Uhhh, get out of mine

Yeah, yeah

Get out of mine

Go get a life then get the fuck out of mine