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A-Lin - Outlaw Lyrics



A-Lin - Outlaw Lyrics
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So I'm not chill enough to hang around no more
All these people in the crowd like my sound for sure
Cause I'm walking how I talk
And I'm talking how I walk
Got the swagger of a model on the runway floor
I keep em
Posted
Like a wanted poster
Of this unhinged artist
A culture vulture
We're some outlaws
And your clique better know it
Got a bounty on my head
Take a shot at this poet
I don't really wanna push the issue
But I'm so appalled that you commit to
Pushing me away thought we were friends dude
I guess one drunk buzz is all it takes to
Lose a real close friend now I'm an outlaw
I'm the one lone wolf call that a southpaw
Bars over your head sip my mimosa
Southbound dust clouds trailing at my back
Whipsmart with the flow like Indiana
Jonesing on the track I love the banter
I'm so f*cking great like Alexander
Now I'm on attack so put your hands up
I'm alt as f*ck boy so unique
While you pop box logos thinking it's sleek
I'm busting a move in the booth then the stage
You still as a board must be seething with rage
I don't
Need support to spit the truth that I spray
Happy as f*ck and I don't give a f*ck what you say
Cause I'm running my game you just running your mouth
Like the kids in elementary I'm knocking you out
So what if I'm a little bit weird
And definitely queer
I'm used to being underdog that's why I'm a bottom
F*ck it pour another drink
And clink em if you got em
Let's keep this party hopping
I don't I don't I don't I
I don't really wanna push the issue
But I'm so appalled that you commit to
Pushing me away thought we were friends dude
I guess one drunk buzz is all it takes to
Lose a real close friend now I'm an outlaw
I'm the one lone wolf call that a southpaw
Bars over your head sip my mimosa
Southbound dust clouds trailing at my back
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So I'm not chill enough to hang around no more
All these people in the crowd like my sound for sure
Cause I'm walking how I talk
And I'm talking how I walk
Got the swagger of a model on the runway floor
I keep em
Posted
Like a wanted poster
Of this unhinged artist
A culture vulture
We're some outlaws
And your clique better know it
Got a bounty on my head
Take a shot at this poet
I don't really wanna push the issue
But I'm so appalled that you commit to
Pushing me away thought we were friends dude
I guess one drunk buzz is all it takes to
Lose a real close friend now I'm an outlaw
I'm the one lone wolf call that a southpaw
Bars over your head sip my mimosa
Southbound dust clouds trailing at my back
Whipsmart with the flow like Indiana
Jonesing on the track I love the banter
I'm so f*cking great like Alexander
Now I'm on attack so put your hands up
I'm alt as f*ck boy so unique
While you pop box logos thinking it's sleek
I'm busting a move in the booth then the stage
You still as a board must be seething with rage
I don't
Need support to spit the truth that I spray
Happy as f*ck and I don't give a f*ck what you say
Cause I'm running my game you just running your mouth
Like the kids in elementary I'm knocking you out
So what if I'm a little bit weird
And definitely queer
I'm used to being underdog that's why I'm a bottom
F*ck it pour another drink
And clink em if you got em
Let's keep this party hopping
I don't I don't I don't I
I don't really wanna push the issue
But I'm so appalled that you commit to
Pushing me away thought we were friends dude
I guess one drunk buzz is all it takes to
Lose a real close friend now I'm an outlaw
I'm the one lone wolf call that a southpaw
Bars over your head sip my mimosa
Southbound dust clouds trailing at my back
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Writer: Grant Olson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: A-Lin
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Grant Olson

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