OSOM - Jay Rock, J. Cole

Out of sight, out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time

Sometimes a nigga feel like everybody ain’t real like Jonny Mckenzie

If I could pretend see, I wouldn’t feel right

I bought a Dolce magnum

I just got signed

Everybody on my line, they wanna know the taxes

Do Rock got mansion?

30k to my moms

The hood turnt up, bitches, bottles, dope and all that stuff

For attention, high hopes and call my bluff

If anybody notes, when I lost love

Thing change, people change, niggas change, bitches change

Friend or foe, if or so, pick a lane

Lil' Wayne on my single now

Fucking hoes like I’m single now

Triggers close to my fingers now

But when the label frozed up, they all chosed up

They telling me, you a non-believer now

A felony, all I could think about

The cars go re-poed, the bills they add up

My bitch done left me, I smoked my last one

I’m high with no sleep, I pray a bag come

I just might grab one, I just might blast one of you

'Cause I ain’t got nothin' to lose

But I got these wins to gain

And I don’t feel comfortable

One thing that I’ve learnt all these years to block devils off of my ears

'Cause fairytales don’t end well, when the fame and fortune not here

Everybody

Out of sight, out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time

Promethezine in a baby bottle, meditating on daily dollars

Lately problems, stem from my bitch 'cause she know I still fuck with my baby

mama

So there be drama

In the house, I got to find a outlet

Waitin' on a block, just like a fucking outlet

Fuck it, I’m turnin' my phone off

Fantasies of grabbin' the heat and burnin' my nose off (plow)

Niggas might not now, but I’m slightly thawed off

And I might need zoloff

But for now these xannies are due

Hear the sound, a manic depressive that ain’t be prescript-ed, what can he do?

Anywho, boy, when you got it, you keep a close watch on the ones that’s

be-friending you (friending you)

That might be the ones that’s envy you (envy you)

Vividly dreamin' 'bout endin' you (endin' you)

But when you low, they don’t tend to you (tend to you)

Actin' all new when they run into you (into you)

Fuckin' your bitch tryna feel like you (feel like you)

This the message I sendin' you:

Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you

Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you

Look both ways, before you cross me I tell you

Look both ways, 'cause if you cross me, I kill you

Out of sight, out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time

Rippin' and runnin' wild

My mamma say, 'Slow it down', I don’t listen to her

All of my felonies on foul

Sippin' liquor 'til my liver ruined

My partner just lost trail

This system’ll give it to you when you getting to it

How could you came down

'Cause soon as it goes down, it’s a pistol to it

G-ride special, it’s a Buick

I’m guilty but I said I didn’t do it

Pressure bust pipes like a gun fight

I ain’t never bring a knife to it

I done been through it and I been through it

All the rara, I’m in a high rise

Instead of music and the interviewin', I could be a nigga dead interviewin'

Would you take a look inside of my eyes?

I’m surrounded by a bunch of blind guys

Out of sight and out of my mind

But y’all can never see me checking chicken fetticini

And I wish a nigga would when I’m in this Lamborghini

Top back in a bitty, top down on a Bentley

Top Dawg’s on the map, we familiar with your ways

We don’t even need the app

Sorry but I gotta ask, you running the trap or just running your trap?

I’m running amok, I’m rounding it up

Running across the finish line

Hope you worth more than your Rolex when you run up outta, time

Out of sight, out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Feelin' like, I’m runnin' out of time

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Out of sight (out of sight), out of mind

Livin' life, like I’m runnin' out of time