Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OSOM, artist - Jay Rock. Album song Redemption, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg
Song language: English
OSOM |
Out of sight, out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time |
Sometimes a nigga feel like everybody ain’t real like Jonny Mckenzie |
If I could pretend see, I wouldn’t feel right |
I bought a Dolce magnum |
I just got signed |
Everybody on my line, they wanna know the taxes |
Do Rock got mansion? |
30k to my moms |
The hood turnt up, bitches, bottles, dope and all that stuff |
For attention, high hopes and call my bluff |
If anybody notes, when I lost love |
Thing change, people change, niggas change, bitches change |
Friend or foe, if or so, pick a lane |
Lil' Wayne on my single now |
Fucking hoes like I’m single now |
Triggers close to my fingers now |
But when the label frozed up, they all chosed up |
They telling me, you a non-believer now |
A felony, all I could think about |
The cars go re-poed, the bills they add up |
My bitch done left me, I smoked my last one |
I’m high with no sleep, I pray a bag come |
I just might grab one, I just might blast one of you |
'Cause I ain’t got nothin' to lose |
But I got these wins to gain |
And I don’t feel comfortable |
One thing that I’ve learnt all these years to block devils off of my ears |
'Cause fairytales don’t end well, when the fame and fortune not here |
Everybody |
Out of sight, out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time |
Promethezine in a baby bottle, meditating on daily dollars |
Lately problems, stem from my bitch 'cause she know I still fuck with my baby |
mama |
So there be drama |
In the house, I got to find a outlet |
Waitin' on a block, just like a fucking outlet |
Fuck it, I’m turnin' my phone off |
Fantasies of grabbin' the heat and burnin' my nose off (plow) |
Niggas might not now, but I’m slightly thawed off |
And I might need zoloff |
But for now these xannies are due |
Hear the sound, a manic depressive that ain’t be prescript-ed, what can he do? |
Anywho, boy, when you got it, you keep a close watch on the ones that’s |
be-friending you (friending you) |
That might be the ones that’s envy you (envy you) |
Vividly dreamin' 'bout endin' you (endin' you) |
But when you low, they don’t tend to you (tend to you) |
Actin' all new when they run into you (into you) |
Fuckin' your bitch tryna feel like you (feel like you) |
This the message I sendin' you: |
Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you |
Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you |
Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you |
Look both ways, 'cause if you cross me, I kill you |
Out of sight, out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time |
Rippin' and runnin' wild |
My mamma say, 'Slow it down', I don’t listen to her |
All of my felonies on foul |
Sippin' liquor 'til my liver ruined |
My partner just lost trail |
This system’ll give it to you when you getting to it |
How could you came down |
'Cause soon as it goes down, it’s a pistol to it |
G-ride special, it’s a Buick |
I’m guilty but I said I didn’t do it |
Pressure bust pipes like a gun fight |
I ain’t never bring a knife to it |
I done been through it and I been through it |
All the rara, I’m in a high rise |
Instead of music and the interviewin', I could be a nigga dead interviewin' |
Would you take a look inside of my eyes? |
I’m surrounded by a bunch of blind guys |
Out of sight and out of my mind |
But y’all can never see me checking chicken fetticini |
And I wish a nigga would when I’m in this Lamborghini |
Top back in a bitty, top down on a Bentley |
Top Dawg’s on the map, we familiar with your ways |
We don’t even need the app |
Sorry but I gotta ask, you running the trap or just running your trap? |
I’m running amok, I’m rounding it up |
Running across the finish line |
Hope you worth more than your Rolex when you run up outta, time |
Out of sight, out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind |
Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time |