Testo Outta State - Akinyele
Testo della canzone Outta State (Akinyele), tratta dall'album Vagina Diner
Yeah
Everything's ready
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state, man
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state
Ah to the Nell to the Dee
I'm tryin' hard as hell to pick my fruits before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of age, not with minimum wage
Don't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin' on the stage
College? I always dreamt of tryin' it
The only problem there, I don't seem
To reach financial aid requirements
Locked writin' rhymes in the crib
When would I get out? Feels like I'm pushin', yo, a hip-hop bid
At home, the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin' at me as if I'm some type of parasite
My mom's separated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
And me's gettin' off my ass, makin' immediate cash
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic cast
I get road maps, learn the interstate
Shit, I'm headed out of state to make papes
Man, I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state, man
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state
I'm ready to get up on a scam trip
The I-95 out of state to make the damn loot flip
First, I need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that it's black
And take off the rearview mirror 'cause it ain't no lookin' back
I'm goin' one deep in the driver's seat
Throwin' out the vegetarian book 'cause I'm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred-and-fifty-seven fahrenheit degrees, hot as heat
Better known as a burner on the street
Cool, I get the keys to the car
Accelerate on the gas and have the rubber burn up on the tar
I'm out to get money real far
I hear my mom's voice ("I'm wishin' on a star")
But I got to go far, ma ("But I could wonder where you are")
On the streets, just deliverin' packages
So I can just relax and get some type of livin'
Think that it is when it isn't
Easy to see a family suffer from poverty that's being given
Man like heck
And when I get back, I'ma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine-to-five, ma, so don't wait up late
My job's located out of state
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state, man
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes out of state
I'm ready to make papes out of state
I reached my destiny and my goal
I done slashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well, I'm in it to win it
I'm tryin' to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me
Neighborhood clowns stare me up and
Down 'cause they really don't know me
But on my hip, I see them scopin' out the clip
They wanna get open, I could let shit rip
Whatever's broke got to be fixed
Twenty dimes and nicks, step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work on my credit
He think that I'm comin' back? Black, he can forget it
'Cause I got moves to make, no time to be fake
Rattlin', I gotta watch out for a snake called Jake
Money non-stop, kept in a hush
At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch the midnight rush
And watch the dough flow like water
I'm not Taco Bell, but hell, I'ma make a run for the border
I feel odd like an extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number so I can phone home
To let my people know my mission went great
On my great escape to out of state
Rest in peace to my little brother Donny Boy
Rest in peace to my man Rakim
Rest in peace to my man named Understanding
Rest in peace, um, to Atiba
Rest in peace to my man Walter from Xenia Street
Rest in peace to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace to my man T-Bone
You know I ain't forget ya
Yeah, yeah, and I'm
Out
Credits
Writer(s): Norman J. Whitfield, Akinyele Adams, Barrett Strong
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