| 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
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| Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
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| Yeah I’m only 29 but I still ain’t hit my peak
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| 'Cause I uh, I’m outta sight
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| Quarter million for a '67, yeah think I might uh
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| I think I did, God damn think I did
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| Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
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| 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
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| 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
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| Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
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| Yeah I’m only 29 but I still ain’t hit my peak
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| Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
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| Like a cleat, like a (What-what?) like a cleat, Bobby gon' body the beat
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| Then you know he gon' repeat, 'cause I’m what?
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| Out of sight, 'cause I’m, I’m out of sight
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| Quarter million for a '67, yeah think I might uh
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| I think I did, hold up nah I think I did
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| Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
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| Then I dug up in the rib
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| Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
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| If I die tomorrow at least I done have one hell of a time
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| Switch the flow up when I rhyme, switch the flow up when I rhyme
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| People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
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| Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
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| Shooting craps in the alley I bet all the food stamps
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| Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance like
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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
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| Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
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| Yeah I’m only 29 but I still ain’t hit my peak
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| 'Cause I uh, I’m outta sight
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| Quarter million for a '67, yeah think I might uh
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| I think I did, God damn think I did
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| Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
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| 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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| People always told me I would never make it out my hood
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| Yeah I made it, knock on wood, now I made, it knock on wood
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| All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Of Sight, artist - Logic. Album song Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп