Sink slow sips of bourbon Etching out a dream A page out of your notebook Images on a dusted screen And lord knows I'm right in front of you Mouth shut but I'm not gonna move I wont be here for long That's just how shit goes Welcome to the terrordome D'evils knocking on my door but I'm never home Poppa was a rolling stone and he let em go So know you understand why I'm better known (as outasight) And any list they made, don't write em off And any chick that I played, gon fight em off Love the fireworks yea lets light em off my aim game tight but I'm really signen off… and you seen the breaks and you seen the flaws packed up in spring never returned in fall I'm sorry I cant help you man catch me if you can… visions of grandeur rolling across statelines midnight fits for exit navy skies, perfect time And lord knows I'm right in front of you Mouth shut but I'm not gonna move I wont be here for long That's just how shit goes And I never really thought about How my life don't applies, don't walk it out And I don't know what you want me to say yo But being ahead of your time kinda play slow And I pay no Mind to these new cats Cause I was doin this a few back ask the labels who said no they knew that scared to market me cut me down but I grew back… and you seen the cracks and you seen the flaws dashed out in the summer winter never returned a call I'm sorry I cant help you man, catch me if you can…
Compositores: Richard Andrew Conte (Outasight), Michael M Kawesch ECAD: Obra #19462484