paroles de chanson 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
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