Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outta My Way , by - Monoxide. Release date: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Outta My Way |
| You wanna know what it’s like to be me? |
| Horny all the time, addicted to nicotine |
| Shit, I’m a dope fiend I mean I fiend for dope shit |
| And that shit you spit I don’t want to hit |
| I’m sweet, broke, and hopeless. |
| Don’t provoke this |
| I turn you into a snack cake and sell the |
| Rights to Hostess |
| I need money, any way I can get it |
| I’m finished with all these industry snakes selling me wolf tickets |
| I been to Def Jam, Island, and Universal |
| But none of em could handle somethin' so controversial |
| I’m not your regular white boy competitor |
| I gotta get the cover if it means choking out the editor |
| It ain’t getting no better while all my days go by |
| I need some answers so I look to the sky |
| But he can’t help me, even if he tried |
| Even if I put all of my faith in God |
| Get yo' ass up outta my way |
| (Out of my way, out of my way) |
| (All my live mother fuckers let me hear you say) |
| (Out of my way, out of my way) |
| By all means necessary to get paid |
| (Out of my way, out of my way) |
| Rather be dead than broke’s what I say |
| (Out of my way, out of my way) |
| I know a lot of record execs wanna see me die |
| 'Cause I’m C-O-D I need my M-O-N-E-Y |
| Don’t turn this into another unsolved homicide |
| All I gotta hear is the word from Monoxide |
| Misery love company, the life insurance policy |
| Is that what you want from me? |
| Fuck the record you making 'cause most fools is fakin' |
| The dreams you chasing, really ain’t out there |
| So get out of my way, or gimme my pay |
| Or I’ma spray, today’s your last day |
| Piss on your deal like a urinal |
| Sign the Devil’s contract I’ll read the eulogy at your funeral |
| Man you don’t know, me and Mono |
| Play your Ass like A Phono' |
| Die on the day your record come out for a promo |
| Sign another record contract like «Oh no!» |
| Everybody if you feel this, hands up |
| If you know what the deal is, hands up |
| If you do what it takes to get your grass up |
| Let me see you get your hands up |
| (Bla-Bla-Bla Blaze) |
| Remember when we used to all be broke |
| And no one even had the nerve to take a drag of a smoke |
| But now it’s all different just because we all grew up |
| Now your money’s the only way to see if you’re a screw up |
| I do what I gotta do to get paid |
| Been doing it ever since the fifth grade |
| It’s no fun when you love to smoke |
| But can’t buy a pack of 'Ports 'cause that ass is broke |
| And if you can’t buy smokes, then you can’t buy weed |
| So you sit there stressin' 'bout the money you need |
| Watchin' my pockets bleed like a murdered emcee |
| Who just got shot and robbed by somebody like me |
| Just know me and the world got beef |
| Got me standin' here grittin' my teeth, I wanna eat |
| Don’t sleep on this, 'cause you might get robbed |
| And I think I’m just the man for the job |