Out of this world Out of my head Out of my mind Out of this. X4 I just wanna count, Tell me that I can’t. That’s a beam right to your head, Hope you understand. I’m a living legend, My soul contraband. I’m so high, In space coupe, I can’t ever land. I’m in neverland. I want plenty bands, If I drop from my space ship, Imma fucking crash. Imma dip, When the check hit, Imma hit my dash. I ain’t joggin on this track, man. I’m the runnin man. Out of this world Out of my head Out of my mind Out of this. X4 When the check hit Count my blessings, I can run one up, Like Messi, It get messy, Money double Dutch. Don’t text me, Please don’t test me, I done had enough, Of flexing, While distressing, Hold my double cup. X2 I’m so over the this and that. One K-O, And you all get clapped. I stay low, So you gon stay back, Don’t hit my phone, Bruce Wayne roll black. I’m so sad like a sad boys track, Sipping to heavy, rollin deep, all black. I just wish that I could get my life on track. One more shot and I take that back. Out of this world Out of my head Out of my mind Out of this. X4