Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song out of sight, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
out of sight |
| Ru-ru-run-run, here come the menace, it’s a sobriety, like what? |
| Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut |
| What-what, what-what? |
| My motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton |
| Hit the drum, do you hear it go, «Brrup-pum-pum-pum» |
| Run-run, piety just really isn’t us |
| What a rush, see you cuttin' up a bod', that’s my lunch |
| Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come |
| It’s an honor to be robbed by Denise’s only son |
| Yeah, give a really baby boy, beta movin' extra heavy |
| Whippin' Chevy (Uh), gotta get it, eat spaghetti with the maf' |
| So vegan, bitch, if he don’t get 'cause they don’t eat no steak and lobster |
| Sosa was my hero, only Tony since a fuckin' Hawk |
| (Out of sight) Out of mind, out of touch, out of time |
| Man, I’ll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like, «It's fine» |
| (Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine |
| Leave me here to drown in glory, you’re too good to cross that line |
| (Run-run) Tragically struck down in my prime |
| By the speed at which the bags are dropping |
| Shoulda watched the sky |
| You don’t wanna live this life, it’s really not sublime |
| I’m only doing what I want while hockin' loogies at the swine |
| Out of sight (Ayy) |
| R-T-J, what you say? |
| (Ayy) |
| I don’t give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy) |
| R-T-J, what you say? |
| What you say? |
| (Ayy) |
| What you gonna do? |
| What you gonna do? |
| We the motivating, devastating, captivating, Ghost and Rae relating |
| Product of the fuckin '80s, coke dealing babies |
| Never regulating, bag accumulating, it would not be overstating to say they are |
| underrating |
| The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby |
| We don’t need no compliments or confidence |
| Our attitude and latitude is, «Fuck you pay me» |
| Next summer leather bombers, dookie ropes and smokin' indica |
| Ain’t a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh |
| TV got no temperature, even if it did |
| Bitch, we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula |
| Colder than your baby mama heart (Uh) |
| When she find out you been fuckin' with that other broad |
| And you ain’t got that rent for her |
| I know you just about mcfuckin had it our shit is just magic |
| Go figure the runts of the litter did it without scammin' |
| Was fryin' in the fat of the land, now your man is mashin' |
| We back of the class and laughin', you raisin a hand and tattlin' |
| Mike shitted in your locker then left a note with a winky face |
| Meet us at three o’clock if you wanna do something tragic |
| We’ll shrinky dinky all of that yappin', it’s automated |
| The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it’ll have it |
| You know I’m poppin', the product of fuckin poverty |
| I’m cool as AC and you niggas you just wannabes |
| I slide on tracks like home plate, ride beats like road rage |
| Got a crib in like four states, uh |
| I get a text like, «Stay safe» |
| Text back, «I miss that pussy, be home soon and I can’t wait» |
| I came from a dream, triple beam, and some grey tape (Yeah) |
| A sister went shoppin' and put my bags in the A8 |
| «Hello Mr. Big Face,"the bank teller tryna get rank |
| I buy a hot dog stand if I’m tryna be frank |
| Just left the hospital, makin' sure my nigga was straight |
| And sent bail, couple dollars 'til they give him a date |
| Tony |
| Out-out-out of sight (Ayy) |
| R-T-J, what you say? |
| (Ayy) |
| I don’t give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy) |
| R-T-J, what you say? |
| What you say? |
| (Ayy) |
| What you gonna do? |
| What you gonna do? |