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letra de out on a limb - jayaire woods

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[chorus]
conversations hardly make it out
negative with bank accounts, way too low (way too long)
this the life that i chose
all my dreams is about being rich
my nightmares about losing my soul
she just wanna call when i’m home
ay, that sun ain’t gon’ shine forever
i’m trying to get my shit together, ay
this the life that i chose
i’ve been putting on for my bros
oh, my soul finna be rich, ay
i ain’t putting up with your shit no more
i can handle all this shit solo
oh, soul finna be rich, ay

[verse]
i been putting on for my team
i’mma put us all on that map
know some niggas never be free
man this life been looking like traps
i’ve been trying to duck the police
bro, them holla, f-ck the lowkey
drinking water ’til i od
i been rapping since like four feet
[?]
in the corner probably blowed out
on the e-way i don’t slow down
then it balling ’til i’m zoned out
dodging problems ’till i’m drowsy
yo that loud, it took me way back
53rd was where i got robbed
49th was where i laid back
i was cool and always laid back
this for shorty talking that shit
this where shit ‘gon be the payback
that’s on my soul, she finna be pissed
i got some, hoes inside my phone, i hardly hit ’em up, i can’t fall
say that little one a1
might just hit it then i stay gone
i go, way too hard with this shit
conversations hardly make it out
lose a job for this shit, ay
negative with bank accounts
i’m spending time with that shit
if i’m popping out, i’m staying out, way too long
we about to be way too on, ay ay

[chorus]
conversations hardly make it out
negative with bank accounts, way too low (way too long)
this the life that i chose
all my dreams is about being rich
my nightmares about losing my soul
she just wanna call when i’m home
ay, that sun ain’t gon’ shine forever
i’m trying to get my shit together, ay
this the life that i chose
i’ve been putting on for my bros
oh, my soul finna be rich, ay
i ain’t putting up with your shit no more
i can handle all this shit solo
oh, soul finna be rich, ay

[outro]
where were you when your nigga needed help?
mama told if i want it done then do it by myself
liquor in my liver, worried ’bout my health
drinking way too long, my thoughts is way too gone
i wanna…

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