Out Of Sight (Explicit) 歌詞
Out Of Sight (Explicit) - Logic
Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Jason Pounds/Andre Brissett
Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Jason Pounds/Andre Brissett
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We gon' make it knock on wood
We gon' make it knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball yeah I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah I'm only 29 but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I
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Uh I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67 yeah I think I might uh
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I think I did God d**n think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
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We gon' make it knock on wood
We gon' make it knock on wood
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Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should
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Scared money don't make none yeah I'm good
Fifty fifty on my wrist Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah I'm only 29 but I still ain't hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet put your body in the earth
Like a cleat like a
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Like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat then you know he gon' repeat
'Cause I'm what out of sight
'Cause I'm
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I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67 yeah I think I might uh
I think I did hold up now I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
Fifty million in the bank hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance like
We gon' make it knock on wood
We gon' make it knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball yeah I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah I'm only 29 but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I
What
Uh I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67 yeah I think I might uh
What
I think I did God d**n I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
What
We gon' make it knock on wood
We gon' make it knock on wood
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People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah I made it knock on wood
Now I made it knock on wood
All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should
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