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(Hook) Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now Trunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me turn it way down Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out (Verse 1) Yeah intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic In a pair of converse, tryin to climb Mount Everest with nothin in my backpack It's me: a son of a bitch, a child of a prick A stepson you don't wanna hit Ooo wee, no, not him not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayne Who you thought it would be? Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope Screaming out loud, "Bitch, fuck my life" I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Throw that bitch back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before you cock it Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain't it mane? Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white Paint the frame SongtexteCause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name I ain't a name I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too Do, what I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what? I'mma roll all over you when I'm riding (Hook) Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now Trunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me turn it way down Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out (Verse 2) Used to watch my beeper chirp, Blue dickies and a Blank 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, write em a wrong, ring the alarm Duck under your desk, children go this building is about to blow I don't know what I'mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul I'm a one-in-a-million human show Should've been the motherfucking Truman Show But if you seen me getting raped as a child You probably wouldn't give me room to grow Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh Like a runner on the daily, high oh my You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes God made me the Cherokee like no I can't let the world off the hook this time And if you didn't want this catfish shit In fact, you should've 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 With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh That I can't take one step in the fuckin' street when I'm in public So I get in this (Hook) Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now Trunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me turn it way down Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out Dude, I'm way out I'm talking way out Aus Songtexte Mania