Outta Nowhere - BigKayBeezy

Sooner or later that spark just disappears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Every time one of us ending up in tears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Is it good that we hurt every day? Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside? Am I too blind to see this is happening to me Outta nowhere, outta nowhere I live the fast life, going nowhere fast I see my past life and politely pass But I'm already planning on doing it big For my life after death, I live my life after death Baby what you think our train is for? That's to properly prepare you for war So I keep you on your toes So you could look out for them friends that are really foes This career try to swallow us Paparazzi try to follow us I'm everything that my mama was Rider, survivor, a mother- fighter Thank god for this rapping - (thank you) Forget the cash and find happiness No more life, that's for the birds I work hard so you never say these words Sooner or later that spark just disappears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Every time one of us ending up in tears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Is it good that we hurt every day? Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside? Am I too blind to see this is happening to me Outta nowhere, outta nowhere The critics going nowhere (nowhere) Thinking that they know me like the Bible, oh hell no But they don't understand me, oh well Snitching is a sport now so please, do tell The world, how I raise hell Yeah, I hit the crown when I skip jail I'm just tryina own teams, beat it playa And dance on the globe like Fred Astaire The world is ours, baby It's just waiting for us so don't be late And we could both aim for the sky And shoot for the stars and call it a day Now you know that I know that we know If the world wants war, cock back and reload A normal life, that's for the birds I work hard, so you never say these words Sooner or later that spark just disappears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Every time one of us ending up in tears Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Is it good that we hurt every day? Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside? Am I too blind to see this is happening to me Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Well, I know we don't talk much But you're such a good talker, oh-oh Well, I know that we should take a walk But you're such a fast walker, oh-oh Well, alright I know where I'll be tonight Well, alright Outta mind, outta sight Well okay, I know you don't love me But you'll still be thinking of me, oh-oh Well alright, I know you probably hate me Well, that's okay with me Well, alright I know where I'll be tonight Well, alright Outta mind, outta sight Outta mind, outta sight You don't see me now You don't want to anyhow Well look out, here I come again And I'm bringing my friends I said look out, here I come again And I'm bringing my friends Okay, alright, okay, alright I know where I'll be tonight Well, alright Outta mind, outta sight Outta mind, outta sight Outta mind, outta sight Well, alright That's quite alright I know you don't love me I know you don't love me anymore, alright I know you

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "fuck is a clutch?" And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch Go through his wallet and all of his merch Fuck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He said, "he ain't mean it", well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Love it so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions I go by Capalot I used to post up at West off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like lil' Bid And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped