OSOM (feat. J Cole)

Jay Rock

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    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 Dodge 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
    Attention, high hopes and call my bluff
    If anybody notes, when I lost love
    Things 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 bat 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 of these years
    Is 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

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    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 plug, 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 know, but I'm slightly thawed off
    And I might need Zoloft
    But for now these Xannies'll 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 befriending 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)
    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

    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 trial
    This system'll give it to you when you getting to it
    How could you calm down?
    'Cause soon as it goes down, it's a pistol to it
    G-Ra 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 in a viewin'
    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 fettucine
    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

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    Composición: Epping John, J Cole, Jay Rock, Andrew Bruno Papaleo y Russell Scott-Wood

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