Out My Brain Lyrics
(The speaker feels powerful and confrontational while describing chaotic experiences and relationships.)
Get in my brain I just don’t understand
Spite out of soda with drag in my hand
And it feel like I’m flirting with the devil of sun
Pick up the world put it
Pick up the world put it right in my hands
Burn that shit just like in hell in advance
Puzzle with demons and whoops like that then
Count on the racks and it’s well over 10
She was tryna get out of a club, meet me and Venus
All her angels cut the wings out of the demon
I like hoes who fuck yourself for no reason
She on her knees like I’m pastor, she preach
She on her knees like I’m Jesus, like please
I can’t call that lil’ vodka, she just not my speed
Oh, so these broke niggas mad with lil’ me
Her win ain’t got a lil’ baby in me
Her win ain’t got a lil’ baby in me
Spread out the sweat like this shit, that disease
Her face get pissed like it ain’t when I eat
Hold out the win, I ain’t setting defeat
I’m on that print, I am not what it is
After took my lay, I’m clutching my teeth
Watch out your tongue when you’re talking to me
Lyrics Summary
The singer feels a chaotic mix of confusion and power, flirting with a dangerous energy and feeling like they hold the world in their hands before burning it. They mention a woman trying to leave a club to meet them, with references to angels and demons. She is described as being on her knees in a submissive or worshipful pose. The vocalist dismisses cheap vodka and broke men, asserting his own dominance and success. He warns others to watch their tongues when speaking to him, emphasizing his untouchable status.
Song Meaning
This feels like a raw, chaotic dive into a mind grappling with newfound power and the isolation that comes with it. The opening lines paint a picture of confusion mixed with a dangerous sense of control—flirting with a “devil of sun” suggests playing with a destructive, all-consuming power, believing you can hold the world in your hands only to burn it preemptively. There’s a clear theme of internal conflict, “puzzling with demons,” while the focus on money hints that financial success is both a shield and a point of contention. The narrative then shifts to a transactional and almost sacrilegious relationship dynamic, where intimacy is performative and devoid of genuine connection, reducing people to roles and vices that don’t satisfy. Ultimately, it’s about building a fortress of ego and wealth, leading to a defensive, paranoid state where every interaction feels like a challenge, and you’re left guarding your success so fiercely that you’re alienated from everyone, including yourself.
