Lyrics Way Out - SAFE

Hook]
Where you going?
Baby, could you tell me where you going?
Baby, you know outside is pouring
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they boring
So where you going? Where you going?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone

Smokin' that weed, them super loud trees, I'm stoned
Baby come smell the aroma, put you in that coma, that strong
You cannot fuck with the kid
I'm sellin' my strip, I'm honest, at least I'm honest

At least I know you love to drink
But you say you hardly smoke now
Tell what you think about those times I almost broke down
Tryna find a way, I was tryna find a way out
Why these niggas beggin? Why? Beggin with they hand out
Make me a purchase, done working my wrist
Niggas they talkin, but never do shit
Yeah, I roll with my team, I roll with my clique
It's that 8-7-8 and that 1-7-6
If it's back to the trap, then trappin we go
Gimme some numbers, I make me some more
Running around like this shit is a maze
I need to start praying five times a day
Talk about money, you know we don't play
Hundreds and hundreds are stuffed in my jeans
Remember them nights that we grind on the couch
Hotline was ringing, the fiends they were blinging
They want it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do, give em some more
What you think I'ma do, make all my dough
Go out by RABBA, sell it for low
Walk around Jarvis Street if it move slow
We some new people you know how it goes
Break up the bank for for the profit I make
Clerk asked me, what's up with the change?
Tell that lil bitch I just parted the game
Now look at the nigga - I came a long way