Letra de Outchea
Alright let's do it one more time before we get the fuck outta here
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Hey, you know who this is
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Hey, you know who this is
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And it feels like a summertime barbeque
Every time I go ’head and get lost with you
Every time we in bed, it's a rendezvous
Every lie we confess just to hide the truth
Tryna hear what they whisper when we leave the room
Tryna paint every picture they seem to assume
So we take every issue that they got on lieu
And let 'em know we so fly that we flew the coupe
You know what they say, better take it slow
Even though we both the type to say we seen it all
Homie asking what it’s like to hear your voice recorded
Turn around and hear him singing every single chord
I tell him everything is everything, enjoy the ride
He dropped his first album and he damn near cried
Thought the money and the fame came next, that's why
See the thing about numbers is they just can't lie
I been at it all day, living off each phrase
And I know it ain't much but it's mine to trade
Every time I think back to the things we braved
I feel proud that we're still surfing our own wave
And when I look around, it's crazy this how quick things change
Even though I'm still as hungry as I was first day
Every single thing I said would happen all took place
So I just got one thing to say
Motherfuckers really out here, ay
Yeah, I’m keeping on pace
Motherfuckers really out here, baby
Yeah, we keeping on pace
And it goes
One for the game, two for the fame
Three for the dames, four for the hate
Do it till you die
One for the greats, two for the fakes
Three for the saints, four for my faith
Put ’em to the sky
No time to waste, keep on your pace
These are the days, love everywhere, you seem to make me smile
Every time I'm with you, I be losing track of time
Like I got a son in my house
Like the motherfuckers out here
Come on, come on, come on
Feels like the first night I laid eyes on you
Tried to front like you was hard with all that attitude
Tried to tell me you was leaving just a dance or two
But by the end of the night, I was passing through
I got my homie number Seven, on the amplitude
After losing couple legends to the avenues
But I’ma save y'all the tears and the platitudes
Long as you save me a beer and a plate of food
I never said I was the greatest, just the glamour you
Never said I was the best without a stat to prove
Got a blemish in my arm well be I'm mad, I'm cool
Plus I know it be hard forgetting how we act a fool
Shit I be on keep you young, feeling brave new
Ain’t tryna front for the cameras or the back view
After you hear me, I stay on you like a tattoo
So I just got one thing to say
Motherfuckers really out here
And it feels like a summertime barbeque
Every time I go ’head and get lost with you
Every time we in bed, it's a rendezvous
Every lie we confess just to hide the truth
Tryna hear what they whisper when we leave the room
Tryna paint every picture they seem to assume
So we take every issue that they got on lieu
And let 'em know we so fly that we flew the coupe
You know what they say, better take it slow
Even though we both the type to say we seen it all
Homie asking what it’s like to hear your voice recorded
Turn around and hear him singing every single chord
I tell him everything is everything, enjoy the ride
He dropped his first album and he damn near cried
Thought the money and the fame came next, that's why
See the thing about numbers is they just can't lie
I been at it all day, living off each phrase
And I know it ain't much but it's mine to trade
Every time I think back to the things we braved
I feel proud that we're still surfing our own wave
And when I look around, it's crazy this how quick things change
Even though I'm still as hungry as I was first day
Every single thing I said would happen all took place
So I just got one thing to say
Motherfuckers really out here, ay
Yeah, I’m keeping on pace
Motherfuckers really out here, baby
Yeah, we keeping on pace
And it goes
One for the game, two for the fame
Three for the dames, four for the hate
Do it till you die
One for the greats, two for the fakes
Three for the saints, four for my faith
Put ’em to the sky
No time to waste, keep on your pace
These are the days, love everywhere, you seem to make me smile
Every time I'm with you, I be losing track of time
Like I got a son in my house
Like the motherfuckers out here
Come on, come on, come on
Feels like the first night I laid eyes on you
Tried to front like you was hard with all that attitude
Tried to tell me you was leaving just a dance or two
But by the end of the night, I was passing through
I got my homie number Seven, on the amplitude
After losing couple legends to the avenues
But I’ma save y'all the tears and the platitudes
Long as you save me a beer and a plate of food
I never said I was the greatest, just the glamour you
Never said I was the best without a stat to prove
Got a blemish in my arm well be I'm mad, I'm cool
Plus I know it be hard forgetting how we act a fool
Shit I be on keep you young, feeling brave new
Ain’t tryna front for the cameras or the back view
After you hear me, I stay on you like a tattoo
So I just got one thing to say
Motherfuckers really out here
