Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outside, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Book of Ryan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Heaven Studios
Song language: English
Outside |
I was also gonna ask about your fear as an individual |
You know, this is plenty of people, feel a sense of security around you and |
kinda lean on you |
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that? |
Do you ever get afraid? |
Of course I do |
I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes |
What possibly could make you afraid? |
What are you afraid of? |
(afraid of, afraid of) |
(I'm afraid, I’m afraid) |
(Sometimes I’m even afraid to admit.) |
I’m afraid, I’m afraid of the weight of my problems |
Haters working overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth |
All these wanted ski masks niggas |
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas needa know |
I’m a product of a dead poet riding at it’s low |
Equals Mia Angelo, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo |
Lying on the panic floor |
Addict at it’s best |
Eradicated from the fabricated |
Afraid at the thought of releasing music that’s indicative of where I’m at in |
life |
Will they like? |
Will they hate? |
The better question is if they hate it is you down to pay the price? |
I’ll look you right in your eyes and say you mother fuckin' right |
Don’t bother me with adversity, I conquered more ground than King Kong could |
All I think about these days is Mom good |
'Cause she diabetic |
My daddy just had a cancer scare |
And do he still work at the post office? |
The answer’s yeah |
I’m introverted, knowing that it’s not about Oz |
Bigger problems outside |
There’s a war going on outside |
That no man is safe from |
You see you can smile but that won’t change the color of your skin |
But I’m the sinner |
Yet you kick me, punch me, say don’t trust me |
Shoot me down like I’m up to something |
Fuck with me and say I’ve deceived you |
But how’s that legal? |
Am I that evil? |
Why do you hate me? |
I’m afraid of you going to college and not acknowledging I’m your father 'cause |
you not proud enough |
But I fought hard to make sure you never see certain things I’m a product of |
It’s easy to confuse being a father with being a provider |
But all we got is us and I’m afraid to lose you |
You the coolest kid I ever saw |
She did a good job with you |
Sometimes I hesitate to take credit for raising you too |
'Cause all I did was discipline |
I never taught you to ride a bike but we still a lot alike |
And you making music now? |
I wonder what made you wanna give this a spin |
You know what I’m about to say next, right? |
I’m afraid of you drinkin' |
Though I never taught you to swim, I’m afraid of you sinkin' |
I know I taught you to fight, you ain’t in condition to win this |
You wired different |
You just ain’t the nigga you friends is, it’s scientific |
Not my opinion so you know you genetically predisposed to more than just eating |
soul food |
So I’m afraid of you to try to risk it |
You in a gene pool with a lot of sick fish |
And I’m the sickest of them all |
Alcoholics stop from the symptoms of withdrawal |
Look out the window, tell me what you see |
Police shootin' brothers the color of you and me |
And they actin' like they hate us so you may just wanna love yourself enough to |
compensate it |
If I can say this, say this one thing, this one thing non-related |
You were never, ever, ever, better than me in basketball |
Yeah right, sure… |