Outrageous (feat. rayven tyler) - Symba

Yea, baby Aw, nah They call me conceited, no I'm always on point, you better believe it, yo I'm always looking my best, looking better than all the rest Recognize, it's our season You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit Now last night I was thinking back to last year How that is was no way I was gonna be left out this bomb year I'm coming correct making a total mass effect Breaking the bands meeting the fans hustle hard got a party to make Fresh out the shower so clean iron hot let me hit this seam Head is slick slapping on the beard cream scotch porter face fro on gleam Hit a day party with the homies pulling up Let me grab a smell good yea gotta spray it up Luna Rossa Carbon gotta brotha feeling good With a fresh white collar and I'm looking paid up My born day, free drinks for the ladies that know Black They're flocking to the booth that's a known fact Shout out to the players that blow racks I see you lighting up logs with a Zippo Manhattan on deck Henny on your right with a baddie on your left No double cup, tumbler only Got the brown on the rocks, yea, the bar knows me I see a lil cutie rocking with the goddess braids She throws me a smile, very shy, looks away Adjusting my fade and my shades, before I make my way Let her know she's dealing with a Leo, hey Sorry, boo, don't mean to be on the bs, I'm Bay all day and feeling myself Happy as hell, I can live another year, get lit, get crunk, for my bday They call me conceited, no I'm always on point, you better believe it, yo I'm always looking my best, looking better than all the rest Recognize, it's our season You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit Here we go two time, renaissance man got me smelling real fine Pull up to the lounge, give a dap to the chief And I'm heading thru the back cuz I don't do lines The baddies looking fine, the fellas looking fly Bottles with the flares catching everybody eyes Look around, it's a movie a going down Everybody's lit and it's all good vibes Let me throw a salute to the dj, cranberry rose on display Sexy ladies come this way and I'm not getting faded all the way I'm feeling like a milly, made it to another year So blessed, no stress, gotta switch gears Leo season up in here, throw them l's up, we in here They call me conceited, no I'm always on point, you better believe it, yo I'm always looking my best, looking better than all the rest Recognize, it's our season You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit You know I'm on that leo foolishness You know I'm on that leo bullshit

It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure It's a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain But I'm tired Nine hundred sit-ups a day I'm painting my hair the color of mud Mud okay? I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say? No! I'm painting my hair the color of mud Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? It's outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school Outrageous, the way they talk to you like your some kind of clinical fool It's a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love It's outrageous I can't stop thinking 'bout the things I'm thinking of And I'm tired Nine hundred sit-ups a day I'm painting my hair the color of mud Mud okay? I'm tired, tired Anybody care what I say? No! Painting my hair the color of mud Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? Tell me, who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill Take me I'm an ordinary player in the key of C And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone? God will Like he waters the flowers on your window sill Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?