Scene - sometimes... Lyrics

(What the dog doin'?)
(Hmm, let's go)
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