Outchea - Bernz

Alright let’s do it one more time before we get the fuck outta here

Ay, check it

Hey, you know who this is

Check it

And it feels like a summertime barbeque

Every time I go 'head and get lost with you

Every time we in bed, it’s a rendezvous

Every lie we confess just to hide the truth

Tryna hear what they whisper when we leave the room

Tryna paint every picture they seem to assume

So we take every issue that they got on lieu

And let 'em know we so fly that we flew the coupe

You know what they say, better take it slow

Even though we both the type to say we seen it all

Homie asking what it’s like to hear your voice recorded

Turn around and hear him singing every single chord

I tell him everything is everything, enjoy the ride

He dropped his first album and he damn near cried

Thought the money and the fame came next, that’s why

See the thing about numbers is they just can’t lie

I been at it all day, living off each phrase

And I know it ain’t much but it’s mine to trade

Every time I think back to the things we braved

I feel proud that we’re still surfing our own wave

And when I look around, it’s crazy just how quick things change

Even though I’m still as hungry as I was first day

Every single thing I said would happen all took place

So I just got one thing to say

Motherfuckers really out here, ay

Yeah, I’m keeping on pace

Motherfuckers really out here, baby

Yeah, we keeping on pace

And it goes

One for the game, two for the fame

Three for the dames, four for the hate

Do it till you die

One for the greats, two for the fakes

Three for the saints, four for my faith

Put 'em to the sky

No time to waste, keep on your pace

These are the days, love everywhere, you seem to make me smile

Every time I’m with you, I be losing track of time

Like I got a son in my eye

Like the motherfuckers out here

Come on, come on, come on

Feels like the first night I laid eyes on you

Tried to front like you was hard with all that attitude

Tried to tell me you was leaving just a dance or two

But by the end of the night, I was passing through

I got my homie number Seven, on the amplitude

After losing couple legends to the avenues

But I’ma save y’all the tears and the platitudes

Long as you save me a beer and a plate of food

I never said I was the greatest, just to glamour you

Never said I was the best without a stat to prove

Got a blemish in my arm well beyond that I’m cool

Plus I know it be hard forgetting how we act a fool

Shit I be on keep you young, feeling brave new

Ain’t tryna front for the cameras or the back view

After you hear me, I stay on you like a tattoo

So I just got one thing to say

Motherfuckers really out here