Out of it ft. 727 Drip Lyrics

(Wait, wait, do me a favor, do me a favor)

(Breathe in)

(You're not breathing in, breathe in)

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

I'm sorta sorta sorta out of it

Sorta sorta sorta

Out of it, sort of not

Can I just pick the plot?

Pencil off the pad for a minute, put the goal on pause

What happened to the music man? The medicine the cause

Had to take the detour, find myself, and right my flaws

God I know we're all sinners, mama pray I'm there for dinner

How I'm already a veteran but feel like a beginner?

Working overtime, doors is closing

I'm still on the grind

Hope I find this balance, pockets swole, hope I never fold

Moving autopilot shit out my control

Stuck in the hole, moving solo shit taking a toll

They say I'm selfish

But I gotta be if no one else helping

My soul melting

But I'm cool as ice, 273 Kelvin

Addictive easily, I really don't wanna tumble

Soon enough I could be sniffing lines whiter than Crumbl

Touch deprived, lonely night, got me scrolling through Bumble

Blunt hit like a linebacker, shit made me fumble

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

Stuck in this state

Please forgive me for all my mistakes

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

This life is a test

Ain't no wonder why I haven't been blessed

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

The silence my death

Even when I die I won't be at rest

I'm sorta sorta sorta out of it

Living repressed

Mind spiraling this shit is a mess

Sorta sorta sorta

Quite a quiet night in the city

Walk this road alone, ain't nobody with me

Just drifting, drifting yeah

Crossfaded, intoxicated

Mind overflowing, it's too complicated

Always concentrated, on the littlest things

Such a hater, I'll shit on your scheme

People changing, for better or for worse

I'm so misfortunate, think that I'm cursed

Need some time to myself, fuck off my turf

Sentenced to death since the day of my birth

Feel like an actor, when I speak truth they ignoring me

They call me a rapper cause they don't understand my poetry

Illiterate scratches

Ripple the paper in fashion

Written with passion

Sitting in a trashed room fasting

And I'm

Out of it

Stuck in this state

Please forgive me for all my mistakes

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

This life is a test

Ain't no wonder why I haven't been blessed

Sorta sorta sorta out of it

The silence my death

Even when I die I won't be at rest

I'm sorta sorta sorta out of it

Living repressed

Mind spiraling this shit is a mess

Sorta sorta sorta