Yelawolf way out

Hook Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out Drunk as fool, throwin that Jimmy back until Im laid out Homie, Im on my Catfish Billy shit, Im talkin way out Dude, Im way out Im talkin way out Rollin country side anywhere that I go, hey now Drunk on Quake, cops pullin off they tellin me turn it way down Homie, Im on my Catfish Billy shit, Im talkin way out Dude, Im way out Im talkin way out Verse 1 Yeah intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic In the pepper Converse tryna climb out and risk it with nothin in my backpack Its me a son of a bitch, a child of a prick A stepson you dont wanna hit Ooo wee, no, not him not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayans, Who you thought it was, B? Damn right, and Im on a tightrope Screamin out die bitch Fuck my life I aint never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Put that bitch back on the spot, give me the pistol before you cock it Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us Poor us, yeah, poppin these, shockin, aint it mane? Well I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white Paint the frame, cause Im only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name I aint a name Im a phone, Im a piece of gold Im a pro, Im a piece of shit too What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what? Imma roll all over you when Im ridin Hook Verse 2 Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Black Panther shirt My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm Media wrong, media right, rightin my wrong, lean to get long Dont come to get this, children go this building is about to blow I dont know what Imma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul Im a one-in-a-million human show Shoulda been the motherfuckin Truman Show But if you seen me gettin raped as a child You probably wouldnt give me room to grow Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh, like a runner on the dailies, high oh my Youll be good, baby boy, dont cry I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes God made me the Cherokee Like no, I cant let the world off the hook this time And if you didnt want this catfish shit, In fact, you shoulda never shook that line Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind I would rather be drunk than be blind To the space age pimp shit that I combine What I know, fuckin roll, Im fuckin famous, country fresh That I cant take one step in the fuckin street when Im in public So I get in this Hook Outro Yeah, Im on my Catfish Billy shit (sprayed out) Still ridin them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out) Alabama, South Kakalak is way out You know we way out Trunk Muzik is way out Rollin country side anywhere that I go, hey now Drunk on Quake, cops pullin off they tellin me turn it way down Homie, Im on my Catfish Billy shit, Im talkin way out Dude, Im way out Im talkin way out