Lyrics 5 - CallMeSolstice
Imma
be
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
Fore
I
lose
my
mind,
fuck
round
and
throw
sum
Managers
be
talkin
to
me
like
Ion
know
nun
Fore
I
beat
the
ass
like
they
don
stole
sum
Lemme
go
outside
for
five
I
need
to
smoke
sum
Caint
work
a
nine
to
five
without
a
stogie
I'm
bouta
go
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
(yeh)
Before
I
snap
out
a
choke
sum
(woah)
They
don't
need
me
in
the
kitchen
so
I'm
takin
a
break
If
I
go
up
to
the
register
then
nobody
safe
After
that
I'm
doin
dishes
I
got
nothin
to
say
So
stay
fuck
out
my
face
before
I
fuck
up
ya
face
Fuck
how
you
feel
I
aint
eem
posed
to
be
closin
today
We
open
late
as
holy
fuck
and
still
got
orders
to
take
I'm
sick
and
tiied
of
droppin
fries
and
them
three
in
the
mornin
highs
Doin
shit
to
get
fired
like
Rigby
and
Mordecai
How
bout
I
step
outside
its
bout
that
time
Some
fresh
air
to
free
my
mind
foe
I
resign
You
see
my
sign
is
S-A-G-I-T-T-A-R-IUS
So
I
hate,
to
be,
confined,
an
yall,
see
dis
I'm
fuckin
up
a
line
steak
Burn
it
onna
side
If
he
keep
on
talkin
Imma
knuckle
up
wit
order
five
Imma
get
in
trouble
if
that
muthafucka
fall
behind
But
I
need
another
one
so
you
can
find
me
outside
Imma
be
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
Fore
I
lose
my
mind,
fuck
round
and
throw
sum
Managers
be
talkin
to
me
like
Ion
know
nun
Fore
I
beat
the
ass
like
they
don
stole
sum
Lemme
go
outside
for
five
I
need
to
smoke
sum
Caint
work
a
nine
to
five
without
a
stogie
I'm
bouta
go
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
(yeh)
Before
I
snap
out
a
choke
sum
(woah)
Look
Round
five
I'm
steppin
outside
Nobody
try
to
come
wit
me
don't
interrupt
my
vibe
Murder
on
my
mind
I'm
killin
so
much
time
Don't
feel
like
fakin
smiles
Mane
I
ain't
wit
the
shuck
and
jive
Co-workers
tellin
me
I
Just
been
so
distant
lately
(and
my)
Manager
been
acting
so
fishy
lately,
and
me?
I
been
feelin
so
risky
lately
Hate
to
do
it
but
I
might
hit
the
stu
and
diss
the
lady
cus
Blurry
things
been
feelin
so
crystal
lately
Team
fulla
squares
I
call
the
boss
Mr.Brady
I'm
promoting
on
the
job
hoping
that
distro
pay
me
Cus
I
been
runnin
up
more
streams
than
a
river
baby
and
I
ain't
had
enough
studio
lock-ins
Not
enough
days
off
too
many
clock-ins
Thinking
bout
my
life
I
ain't
got
too
many
options
So
wit
this
rap
shit
gotta
be
top
ten
Forreal
I
was
by
the
trash
while
I
was
writing
this
Screens
full
no
help
They
got
me
tight
as
shit
Privating,
emotions
so
I
Don't
lose
my
mind
in
this
And
these
niggas
smoking
but
maybe
I
should
be
high
as
shit
If
it'll
make
the
time
and
shit
fly
faster
than
paragons
Working
for
the
white
man
just
Disappointing
Farrakhan
The
paradox
is
the
more
I
work
the
more
responsibilities
Are
placed
in
my
lap
and
I'm
beyond
the
silly
means
Of
ambiance
and
sitting
knees
buckled
Giannis
honestly
Chuckle
cause
it's
hilarious
the
shit
we
do
for
little
cheese
and
We
tell
each
other
our
struggles,
they
acting
like
it's
treason
I
burn
myself
but
the
injury
not
gon
end
the
season
Hypocrisy
in
the
problem
breeding
a
lot
of
us
Overthinking
the
pot
of
greed
got
me
drawing
a
couple
things
with
The
mark
of
the
beasts
the
marketing
be
creased
by
all
of
us
Just
trotting
through
the
weeks
so
Imma
be
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
Fore
I
lose
my
mind,
fuck
round
and
throw
sum
Managers
be
talkin
to
me
like
Ion
know
nun
Fore
I
beat
the
ass
like
they
don
stole
sum
Lemme
go
outside
for
five
I
need
to
smoke
sum
Caint
work
a
nine
to
five
without
a
stogie
I'm
bouta
go
outside
for
five
I
needa
smoke
sum
(yeh)
Before
I
snap
out
a
choke
sum
(woah)
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