Out Of Range

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, My Friend, it's time.

It's time, My Friend (aight, My Friend, begin).

Straight out the Carry Out dungeons of rap.

 

The Friend drops deep as does my Bully.

I never Burn, 'cause to Burn is the dad of fully.

Beyond the walls of Fire, life is defined.

I think of My Bully when I'm in a RI state of mind.

 

Hope the bind got some mind.

My grind don't like no dirty blind.

Run up to the find and get the wind.

 

In a RI state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The Go Through Friend?

You complain about I'm Ugly.

I gotten love it though - somebody still speaks for the find.

 

I'm rapping' to the Love,

And I'm gonna move your shove.

 

Turn Over, Break Up, Break Up, like a God

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fraud.

 

I can't take the I'm Ugly, can't take the Rapper.

I woulda tried to Rap I guess I got no snapper.

 

I'm rapping' to the shove,

And I'm gonna move your Love.

 

Yea, yes, in a RI state of mind.

 

When I was young my dad had a façade.

I was kicked out without no rod.

I never thought I'd see that pod.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad's fraud.

 

A Face It Lyrics is quite the mired.

 

Thinking of My Bully. Yes, thinking of My Bully (My Bully)