sometimes... Lyrics

(What the dog doin'?)

Sometimes I gotta get out my head

Sometimes I gotta go MIA

Sometimes I gotta go to the beach, MIA

Yeah, 'cause sometimes I feel I'm going astray

Sometimes I go out of my way

Sometimes I wanna be out of reach from the basics

I can't take it

But I could take you

I don't wanna change you

Just wanna change your fits

Get you expensive kicks

Not for the price

For the materials

They don't get us bae they ain't feeling you

Wake up in France eating cereal (We could wake up in France and eat cereal)

I'm just being realistic

I'm looking at houses to rent

Need a big kitchen cause we gonna eat

Put Double A-O on me

My pants on fire but I'm not a liar

These denim were stitched with heat

Kalo got me right

That's my angel

We up in flight

We need a flight to DTX

Beautiful women wanna see me next

Pull up to the show just to see my chest

Told my mama "I'm sorry, I'm tatting my neck"

She know her son a real rockstar tho

I hit the road rocking rockstar clothes

Rockstar chick, she got rockstar goals

We up on the stage but I'll jump in the pit

I'm ripping your clothes it's a rockstar show

She like what I say

She like what I did

I rock with shawty she a pop star

Yeah she sweet

Something like a PopTart

She want me but don't drive a cop car

Do you get it?

She not putting cuffs on

Don't regret it

She still get a love song

Sometimes I be sad don't know what's wrong

I wanna hit the road and just get gone (I wanna get going)

Sometimes I gotta get out my head

Sometimes I gotta go MIA

Sometimes I gotta go the beach, MIA

Yeah, 'cause sometimes I feel I'm going astray

Sometimes I go out of my way

Sometimes I wanna be out of reach from the basics

I can't take it

But I could take you

I don't wanna change you

Yeah, I just wanna feel something

I wanna get rich and get dumb rings

Get some jewelry and fun things

I be frustrated wanna start punching

Really hate it when they change the subject

Really hate it when it's not sunny

I could feel the spring, yeah it's coming

I don't even like New York

I'm going to Texas

She like, "Scene, why's that the state you obsessed with?"

Bae it's the closest I've been to heaven

Speed down the highway, see triple seven

I know some people we could make bread with

I know some people you could connect with

She like, "How is this heaven? It's hot as hell"

Baby just wait till my name ring bells

I love the South like I'm racist, yeah

I'm changing the hearts of the racist, yeah

Bringing together all races, yeah

If you in the mosh pit you get punched equally

She like my fit 'cause I'm doing it squeaky clean

And she love my voice

She loving the Scenery

She really know how to bring out the freak in me

I see the future

You end up freaking me

Four minute song this a long day at work

Yeah, four minute song this a long day at church

My real fans running this back to rehearse

Ima do this till I'm up in a hearse, yeah

Ima do this till I'm down in the dirt

And I'm not sorry gotta put me first

But all my brothers know I got their six

And Ima eat it till my teeth hurt

(Ima eat it till my teeth hurt)

Yeah (Run it up until my feet hurt)

Yeah, yeah

(Goût Exquis)

Sometimes I gotta get out my head

Sometimes I gotta go MIA

Sometimes I gotta go to the beach, MIA

Yeah, 'cause sometimes I feel I'm going astray

Sometimes I go out of my way

Sometimes I wanna be out of reach from the basics

I can't take it

But I could take you

I don't wanna change you