Out In The Sunshine Lyrics by ChillinIT
Feelin’ alone
And I see you smiling
Feelin’ alone A soul is always shining
We don’t fix it if it ain’t broke
That’s how I try to think of a plot
Think of a scheme, triple the P
Fuck being broke, got drinks on the rocks
And the streets are cold
And this life might sink or stop
And the boat might float but I just might cut my shirt
Go down while I’m feeling your box, feeling your oop oop
See I don’t care if my views don’t lag
I ain’t gon’ hit no trends on TikTok just to get me more Q’s in a bag
Fuck all the numbers, I did hundreds, millions, moves on a map
My regionals made me a diva, just pay that weight, saw millions, moves in my back like, damn
Baby girl just shakin’ down, moment I was smokin’, got the back and now I’m breakin’ down
Smokin’ on that loud, loud, drip with that surround sound
We be gettin’ money off this rapper for the sound count
Stick to the code, stick to the facts, fuck all the trends
I still let my girl get the boo-boos clipped to the back
Showed me you love me, now it’s fuck me
Now it’s girl, yeah I miss what we had
Trust me girl, it was love my girlfriend
Then my movie started, the tune was a dad
Your shit was mine
Before you my heart felt empty
Bad marks in school when it came to the papers
All full of F’s like Fendi
Life was crazy, life was changing I said the world’s gon’ test me
Found my strength and tested the world
Now bounce out while I’m test driving a Bentley
And my bro got flicks on the hip
And he sidestep a man like Benji
I still drop tics, get flamed on the grill in the week
I’m BBQ like Kenji, get me
Still gon’ smoke on the weed, look for the price
Then book you to fly, get high to the vibes on the coast on the beach
I need the sunshine, feed my life
With your love
I need the sunshine, feed my life
Check, check, check, check
I got cash, I got funds
I’ve been smoking since my bro been bumping me on a iPod Touch
I’ve been balling ever since walking around
With a warped man chasing a one
And the bro had so much coke in the night
That the 15th line in my mind all fucked
I’m like fuck I had girls on freak shit
Had girls in all day, you’re the weak shit
Had girls that don’t gotta go gym
She don’t gotta do squat
But she still got cheeks thick
Cheeky
See my mentors at work
Chase my dreams through stress and the hurt
See I can’t move forward when I’m meant to reverse
Raised in a place where mates in the streets
Got HSVs and a fake MC, rocks fake OV and a rental from Heard
Fuck yeah, I bet you it hurts
Back to the point, this ain’t the chorus verse or the mainstream shit
Yeah, it’s just me smoking a joint, yeah, tell my label I don’t feel labels
And come to the table cause it’s my voice, yeah
Tell my managers that we ain’t managing that cause it’s my choice
Fuck all the trends, I’m in the ends, yeah, I trust my boys
Fuck all the algorithms, I’m about to rip them so make some noise