Outta Sight by Trust The Child Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You didn't want it, you really done flaunted
You wanted to get it, you couldn't ah got it
You crooked and clotted, hater haunted
Pride thicker than your bride thigh
We could see you aiming at the lie, liar
You worked for the mention, you chased the percentage
You never really dealt with reflection
You smokin too much, hang in the room
Tyin' the noose, drinkin your juice, cycling ya low mood cycles
[Verse 2]
New cycles, in the boo, you could view the blue clue
If she hit the gas pedal, what would you do?
I never thought I'd have this shit, don't wanna fuck it up
But pour up the arsenic into another double cup ah
And if I ever hated saying I'm sorry
My eyes are glazed I couldn't stand another party
But I'm a modern working man, I don't have a choice
Everybody gotta write, not everybody got a voice
(On my knees for your-)
Bottles in the mic
Got so outta sight that there's not a lotta light
I'm in the darkness and I'm searching for the right
To make it hit and when I hit em like the rod upon the kite, hey
3K all day, bet I reap all these seeds, yea I need that some day
And I'm fixing my face, keep my cheek in her lap and my needs at her place
On my knees for your gra-ee-ace
You didn't want it, you really done flaunted
You wanted to get it, you couldn't ah got it
You crooked and clotted, hater haunted
Pride thicker than your bride thigh
We could see you aiming at the lie, liar
You worked for the mention, you chased the percentage
You never really dealt with reflection
You smokin too much, hang in the room
Tyin' the noose, drinkin your juice, cycling ya low mood cycles
[Verse 2]
New cycles, in the boo, you could view the blue clue
If she hit the gas pedal, what would you do?
I never thought I'd have this shit, don't wanna fuck it up
But pour up the arsenic into another double cup ah
And if I ever hated saying I'm sorry
My eyes are glazed I couldn't stand another party
But I'm a modern working man, I don't have a choice
Everybody gotta write, not everybody got a voice
(On my knees for your-)
Bottles in the mic
Got so outta sight that there's not a lotta light
I'm in the darkness and I'm searching for the right
To make it hit and when I hit em like the rod upon the kite, hey
3K all day, bet I reap all these seeds, yea I need that some day
And I'm fixing my face, keep my cheek in her lap and my needs at her place
On my knees for your gra-ee-ace