Paris
Lyric guide

Outta My Life

Read Outta My Life lyrics by Paris on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.

Paris visibility6 visits
person Curated by Ethan Walker LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot

The page facts to cite before the commentary

Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.

Page type: lyric reference Artist: Paris Canonical path: /paris/outta-my-life Related lyric paths: 6
Lyrics

Outta My Life

The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.

Damn, here come another sad song

Listen to the words cause again it's on

Gettin' at my best black one more time

Cause nowadays we droppin' like flies

Seems like every other week

Somebody I know gettin' caught up in the streets

Used to be sad when I heard somethin'

Now I'm cool if I find out that I didn't know him

And that's true, I thought you knew

Cause nowadays we're born to die

And black life ain't shit

Oops, there's another one going down

Shot dead to the ground

Just one more drug-related

Fiasco makin' life complicated

Ask yourself how many of your good friends die

And then ask why

So I say, how many dope records do it take

Before the brother makes sleeping giants awake

Another day, another call, and it's so wrong

I can't believe I've seen him just last week, now he's all gone

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust to gat bust

Now another one's life is lost, did it twenty-two years old

Now my heart of pain is turned into a heart of stone

I feel like I wanna go get my motherfucking gat

Grab a mask and handle shit, but I'm conscious

So I think I'll count my losses

And wish my friend goodbye

I can't get with the same old, same old

Black on black, shoot a nigga off scenario

So I just swallow it down and try to let go

And see he at the crossroads

Now I'm more than a mack, more than a hustler

More than a d-boy pimp or sport star

And everybody can't make their way

Tryin' to rap or dance, I must say that the shit is played

Still militant, never be ignorant

More than a motherfucking jig

Cause I'm heaven's sin, ain't a player

You're nigga, a jungle-bunny

More than a coon or spook or porch monkey

And ain't shit funny

It's kinda sad we believe that's all that we can be

Brainwashed and ain't nobody lost but us

So who's paying the cost?

So I do what I can do

Still stayin' true, still payin' dues

And I still got love for ya

Don't squat when I talk, just listen

And get up on that shits you're missing

Quick answers

What this page can answer fast

Who performs "Outta My Life"?

Paris performs "Outta My Life", and this lyric page sits inside the Paris catalog on LyroVerse.

Are there related songs to explore after "Outta My Life"?

Yes. The related section below points to Check it Out Ch'all and Aborto Espontâneo with a short reason for opening each page next.

Where can I find more songs by Paris?

Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Paris's lyric pages.

Song Room

Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song

Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.

Open Song Room
0 followers Selected insights only surface after moderation
Listener comments

What people are saying

0 comments
Add a short interpretation or memory

A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.

Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.

No listener comments on Outta My Life yet.