360 - Pass Out lyrics

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Yeah 360, "Pass Out"

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting large now
And I'll be winning 'cause I'm in
It for the stars now
Went to Sydney, hit up EMI with arms out
Then I told 'em how I'm
Gonna murder "Pass Out"
Let it rain, let it pour away
(yeah) We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out

Ayo, I guarantee you suckers that
I'm one of a kind
Change your perspective and have
You wondering why
I'm being honest when I'm saying
That I'm loving my life
If life's a bitch, yo
It's 'cause you ain't fucking her right
(You're pretty loose ayy, 6?) yeah, mate
I reckon
I'll pass out drunk on the stairway to heaven
These bitches wanna see what making
Love will get them
Dangerfield shirts I got a
Crazy dumb collection
Had these labels in a bidding war
Had to decide that if we're gonna
Be signed and what figure for
Gotta lock 'em in a figure four, see
But, I've gotta make a killing 'cause
I can't be fucked living poor
I don't do it 'cause I think it'll sell
I'ma do the same shit if
It sit's on the shelf
But, I gotta go and treat it
Like a business as well
So if the shit ain't gonna kill it
I'll be kicking myself
Me and Pez are gonna see more and get more
The champ is in the building
Go and gimme my belt (Cheers)
A major label ain't the be all and end all
But trust me, motherfucker, I'm
Convinced that it helps, yo
I don't feel like swapping the flow
Keep doing what I'm doing and
I want you to know
That it's a one-way street
But, I'm blocking the road
With no choice but to sit
There and watch it explode
Yeah, head overseas, man, burn it down
And fly back
Watch him fade in a blurry cloud
And if you got a big sister
Go and turn it loud the show's over
So go and put the curtain down (down)
Check your size, bitch, you're below me
If you pouring me a drink
You better pour it slowly
I ain't pouring out liquor
For my fallen homies
Nah, I'm pouring out liquor
'cause I'm awesome, blow me

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting large now
And I'll be winning 'cause I'm in
It for the stars now
Went to Sydney, hit up EMI with arms out
Then I told 'em how I'm
Gonna murder "Pass Out"
Let it rain, let it pour away
(yeah) We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out

Whoa whoa-o-o-o-o-o oh oh
Whoa whoa-o-o-o-o-o oh oh
Uh, look at me I've been
A cheeky bastard man and
Look at all the drama we started, now I'm
In here laying on my back
Saying DJ won't ya gimme one more track

I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning
I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning
I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning
I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning

Let it rain, let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
So let it rain, let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out