Travis Barker Yelawolf Out Of Control Lyrics


Out Of Control by Travis Barker & Yelawolf

[Verse 1]
My truck's so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline
My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 days of the week
I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king
I'm off the ground, I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine
Speaking of Vietnam, I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong
When I spit with the kerosene
Preaching of see 'em wrong, grabbin' this piece, I retrieve 'em
And lead 'em wrong with this gift of a shared dream
Reach in the seat and then bone like rap the heat like a teeter
Now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe
Leap in the creek and the pond
Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs
I blend in with everything

[Chorus]
I'm too rock for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But I don't give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control

[Verse 2]
I get so drunk, I lean against walls when there is no walls
My team is so rowdy, they throwin' up the rebel flag when there is no cause
The south is still dirty, my Chevy pipes are clapping, I need no applause
Roll up like a tornado, windpark, 50 seat with nothing but hogs
I grew up on ZZ-Top when mama was Bar-hopping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV nod
I grew up in need of pot
When mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pops, I happily needed not
They grew up a few easy crops and mama was more popping when [with easy guap?] I sat with the PD cops
I knew it was either rock, and if wanted more options for me to clock, I happened to see hip hop

[Chorus]
I'm too rock for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But I don't give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control

[Verse 3]
Give a fuck if you understand it
Wow would I expect you to, I barely comprehend it
How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking hands with 50 like it was planned for me maybe
I'm a juxtaposition of musical composition
I'm America's sweat stain, what's left in the kitchen
Take the garbage out with the beggars and jump in the fucking bag
Digging for hand-me-down's, like I forgot what I have
Nobody told me how to do me, it just is
An evolution of rap and rock 'n' roll mixed with
Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee hillbillies
Tobacco-spitting white kid listen with intent
Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny Cash
Deadhead hippie shit
I'm grateful these hippie kids are able to witness it
Benefit from the pen, ye, I begin
Thank you, Eminem, there it is

[Chorus]
I'm too rock for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But I don't give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control

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