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Outlet Video (MV)




Performed By: Aceox
Length: 3:03
Written by: Deniz Bozca




Aceox - Outlet Lyrics
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Rap is my outlet, rappin' for the feels
Snapping so loud, yeah, wanting more deals
Trap you like a trout then serve you as food
Run a lap without a doubt, vision is skewed
Hell yeah
My albums are out, they fresh as f*ck
Soon in Fall, I'm 'bout to make a f*cking buck
I'm havin' all the bad luck, doubt I'll get up
Havin' a fallout with myself, damn that's wassup
I'm broke as f*ck, can't even afford some weed
I cloak myself, plant the god damn seed for success
Leap of faith, I choke on words, man I can't
Write lyrics like a bloke, it's so cheap man, god damn
I can't rhyme fine, my oh my, always try to lie
Try to find a place to hide and cry in fright
Want to see you die, punch with all my might
It's only right and in return my rap's shite, yah
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
I can rap and ponder 'bout everything I want
Write crap, wonder why you all call me a cunt
Back at it, my lyrics are yonder, let out a grunt
Wack shit, in ma car listen to none other than moi
I can take criticism, even though I don't care
Man, fake nitpicking ain't dope anywhere
I ran miles baked to break through this affair
It's my fate to be greater than the hate I bear
Bitchez want beef but I don't give a f*ck
Snitchez get cut down, decompose in a truck
I disclose the location where I f*cked them up
The causation of my actions swept under a rug
I want money, sluts and a lot of fun
Run from cops, bought a ticket, done
That shit so funny, they can suck on deez nutz
No time to discuss, it comes full circle like a donut
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
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Rap is my outlet, rappin' for the feels
Snapping so loud, yeah, wanting more deals
Trap you like a trout then serve you as food
Run a lap without a doubt, vision is skewed
Hell yeah
My albums are out, they fresh as f*ck
Soon in Fall, I'm 'bout to make a f*cking buck
I'm havin' all the bad luck, doubt I'll get up
Havin' a fallout with myself, damn that's wassup
I'm broke as f*ck, can't even afford some weed
I cloak myself, plant the god damn seed for success
Leap of faith, I choke on words, man I can't
Write lyrics like a bloke, it's so cheap man, god damn
I can't rhyme fine, my oh my, always try to lie
Try to find a place to hide and cry in fright
Want to see you die, punch with all my might
It's only right and in return my rap's shite, yah
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
I can rap and ponder 'bout everything I want
Write crap, wonder why you all call me a cunt
Back at it, my lyrics are yonder, let out a grunt
Wack shit, in ma car listen to none other than moi
I can take criticism, even though I don't care
Man, fake nitpicking ain't dope anywhere
I ran miles baked to break through this affair
It's my fate to be greater than the hate I bear
Bitchez want beef but I don't give a f*ck
Snitchez get cut down, decompose in a truck
I disclose the location where I f*cked them up
The causation of my actions swept under a rug
I want money, sluts and a lot of fun
Run from cops, bought a ticket, done
That shit so funny, they can suck on deez nutz
No time to discuss, it comes full circle like a donut
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Say my name, and I can't complain
Don't even know who the f*ck you are, man and I
Spit some bars, reaching far
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
Rap's my outlet in a big fat font
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Writer: Deniz Bozca
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