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OUTRO OR SUM' Video (MV)




Performed By: OTS
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Marcus Slaton




OTS - OUTRO OR SUM' Lyrics
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Regardless how this song go this my last one
Cuz' I gotta do some work for a couple more hours
But I got a new bag so I'm distracted by flower
My stomach feel sour from all the McDonalds
I be talking about da-grees got me feeling like Ronald
Oh you must've meant Raegan
I graduate aint gon' pay them
I aint got no patience
I'm feeling like I'm a nurse
I be feeling like nerd
But I aint talking about UrBan
I grew up in suburban
But I aint drinking on bourbon
I be drinking on 'quila
Imma fein for the T
I know I've arrived and I be feeling like heem
Meet up at Maler
I be in the Darth bit more than Vader
I be smoking on some shit please pass me my inhaler
Like need me medicine so I'm just ordering me Xaler
Like my first phone was a Razor
Please don't cut shit like no laser
I be selling on these lasers
Moving tools ain't working guilty
I'm feeling kinda filthy
Boy get up off the ground
I'm asking do y'all feel me
Then I'm flipping up this frown
Like spending time to build me
So I'm always looking down
I be dapper
Always talking shit ya whippersnapper
Richey Rich I'm eating on these Ritz give me a cracker
Like ain't got time to feel nun
But I'm feelin' kinda cool
They like who the f*ck are you
I just making all these moves
And I be
Just thinking 'bout them bottles
Wish I could go full throttle
But all up in this traffic
It causing me some madness
Them birds up in the sky
The scene is looking tragic
Oh really oh my my
What that going on is there attack up in the sky
Nah I aint talking 'bout them drones because I'm feeling so alive
But the drones are causing bombings
And killing all these mommies
And making all these zombies
I be
So damn crazy I be talking 'bout them babies
So damn crazy have you seen me growing lately
I be knowing that I be improving greatly
I be talking to the God to come and save me
Just past Easter
I be eating on these eggs
That girl done called me mister while I'm kicking up my legs
Like what to 'ccomplish next
And with these cuts just like a diamond know I gotta f*cking flex
It's crazy all these chicks that started breaking on they necks
And mights'well call me crazy I make easy what's complex
Transforming on the daily I be better than the rest
I'm just gon say it with my chest
I am the man I know I'm next
Like sipping from this bottle
With my knee up feeling blessed
And I be upping on my game
I run the board like playing chess
I'm just gon cash up on these checks
And I ain't 'xpecting nothing less-nah
Oooo
I be rapping over neo-soul
Since I was 3 years old
Like Mike up on the low
8004 - like mike jones? - yeah
I lost my breath now
I need a f*cking TicTac on the low
I'm funky on the beat ya know I'm feeling kinda gross
Era like a villain finna do a cameo-oh
Ooo ooo
I do a cameo-oh
Like I'm pretending
The madness never ending
I'm just gon' make another hit
Michael Jackson - This Is It
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English

Regardless how this song go this my last one
Cuz' I gotta do some work for a couple more hours
But I got a new bag so I'm distracted by flower
My stomach feel sour from all the McDonalds
I be talking about da-grees got me feeling like Ronald
Oh you must've meant Raegan
I graduate aint gon' pay them
I aint got no patience
I'm feeling like I'm a nurse
I be feeling like nerd
But I aint talking about UrBan
I grew up in suburban
But I aint drinking on bourbon
I be drinking on 'quila
Imma fein for the T
I know I've arrived and I be feeling like heem
Meet up at Maler
I be in the Darth bit more than Vader
I be smoking on some shit please pass me my inhaler
Like need me medicine so I'm just ordering me Xaler
Like my first phone was a Razor
Please don't cut shit like no laser
I be selling on these lasers
Moving tools ain't working guilty
I'm feeling kinda filthy
Boy get up off the ground
I'm asking do y'all feel me
Then I'm flipping up this frown
Like spending time to build me
So I'm always looking down
I be dapper
Always talking shit ya whippersnapper
Richey Rich I'm eating on these Ritz give me a cracker
Like ain't got time to feel nun
But I'm feelin' kinda cool
They like who the f*ck are you
I just making all these moves
And I be
Just thinking 'bout them bottles
Wish I could go full throttle
But all up in this traffic
It causing me some madness
Them birds up in the sky
The scene is looking tragic
Oh really oh my my
What that going on is there attack up in the sky
Nah I aint talking 'bout them drones because I'm feeling so alive
But the drones are causing bombings
And killing all these mommies
And making all these zombies
I be
So damn crazy I be talking 'bout them babies
So damn crazy have you seen me growing lately
I be knowing that I be improving greatly
I be talking to the God to come and save me
Just past Easter
I be eating on these eggs
That girl done called me mister while I'm kicking up my legs
Like what to 'ccomplish next
And with these cuts just like a diamond know I gotta f*cking flex
It's crazy all these chicks that started breaking on they necks
And mights'well call me crazy I make easy what's complex
Transforming on the daily I be better than the rest
I'm just gon say it with my chest
I am the man I know I'm next
Like sipping from this bottle
With my knee up feeling blessed
And I be upping on my game
I run the board like playing chess
I'm just gon cash up on these checks
And I ain't 'xpecting nothing less-nah
Oooo
I be rapping over neo-soul
Since I was 3 years old
Like Mike up on the low
8004 - like mike jones? - yeah
I lost my breath now
I need a f*cking TicTac on the low
I'm funky on the beat ya know I'm feeling kinda gross
Era like a villain finna do a cameo-oh
Ooo ooo
I do a cameo-oh
Like I'm pretending
The madness never ending
I'm just gon' make another hit
Michael Jackson - This Is It
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Writer: Marcus Slaton
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