Out the Bag (Southern Sanctuary 808s)

trap rap, southern hip hop, gospel-influenced trap

You knew that lil’ fling wouldn’t last, that was never a match
You had a diamond in your hands, you went chasin’ some snatch
Now this horse left the stable, you can’t saddle me back
I’m the story they be watchin’, like a fable on MAX

I flipped the channel on my life, you still stuck in the past
Now I’m somewhere by the water, sippin’ slow, livin’ fast
In my spirit on an island where the palm trees splash
Sun-kissed, holy oil with a church-girl swag

I know there’s suitors and shooters and blue-collar looters
Spammers and scammers and them nine-to-five movers
A couple hustlers on the block, couple tech recruiters
They ain’t my type, but one of ’em could be somethin’ cute or

They ain’t my type, but one of ’em can be tonight
Long as they play they cards right, talk nice, act right
I’m the prize at the altar under sanctuary lights
If he worship when he with me, he might just change his life

Never planned to let you go, but you played with my soul
You insisted on bein’ grimy, had me prayin’ for your growth
I fought harder than I should, gave you more than you know
Loved longer than was healthy, had to loosen my hold

Built a home from broken boards, made a castle from mold
Laid my hands on them walls, spoke a blessing they’d hold
But you traded what we might have been, the story we wrote
For that bargain basement booty that was already sold

Now it don’t even matter, that’s the part that’s insane
Used to cry in the shower, now I dance in the rain
Not the nights I stayed awake, not the tears in my brain
It’s that you small in my memory, I forgot half your name

Not the silence, not the shame, not the weight of your games
Not the ashes in the urn where I done buried your flame
You was Sunshine in the doorway, gold spillin’ in waves
Funny how the brightest people be the first ones to fade

Funny how the brightest people leave and never look back
Packed light, left heavy, took the joy that we had
Now the smoke done finally settled, I can see where I’m at
And them mirrors in my bathroom don’t reflect what we lacked

Now the mirrors tell the truth, I’m the blessin’, in fact
You was lost in your reflection, couldn’t handle the glass
Somewhere deep inside the wreckage, when the altar went black
I stopped lookin’ for your shadow and I found what I have

Somewhere amongst the wreckage, in the rubble and ash
I found sermons in the silence, found a love that gon’ last
Stopped searchin’ for you, baby, started searchin’ for cash
Now it’s 808s and organs while I bounce on this track

[Chorus]
Cat’s out the bag, I ain’t runnin’ it back (yeah)
Church organ on the beat, heavy 808 slap (slap)
Turn my pain into praise, put my name on the map (map)
You a lesson, not a loss, now I’m never off track

Cat’s out the bag, now I’m steppin’ in light (step)
Southern girl, holy drip, mix the hood with the Christ (Christ)
You ain’t play your cards right, now you payin’ the price (price)
I got angels in the trap, and they rollin’ the dice (dice)

[Outro]
808s in the choir, let the church say “Amen” (amen)
Organ hummin’ through the speakers while I boss up again (again)
Cat’s out the bag, I ain’t chasin’ no man (no)
I got God, I got goals, I got cash in my hands (hands)

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[Verse 1] Cat’s out the bag, I ain’t stuffin’ it back Like dice games on the Sabbath, you was playin’ with craps You threw your sins in my lane, tryna gamble my path Craps— you lose again, my baby, now I’m countin’ this cash You knew that lil’ fling wouldn’t last, that was never a match You had a diamond in your hands, you went chasin’ some snatch Now this horse left the stable, you can’t saddle me back I’m the story they be watchin’, like a fable on MAX I flipped the channel on my life, you still stuck in the past Now I’m somewhere by the water, sippin’ slow, livin’ fast In my spirit on an island where the palm trees splash Sun-kissed, holy oil with a church-girl swag I know there’s suitors and shooters and blue-collar looters Spammers and scammers and them nine-to-five movers A couple hustlers on the block, couple tech recruiters They ain’t my type, but one of ’em could be somethin’ cute or They ain’t my type, but one of ’em can be tonight Long as they play they cards right, talk nice, act right I’m the prize at the altar under sanctuary lights If he worship when he with me, he might just change his life Never planned to let you go, but you played with my soul You insisted on bein’ grimy, had me prayin’ for your growth I fought harder than I should, gave you more than you know Loved longer than was healthy, had to loosen my hold Built a home from broken boards, made a castle from mold Laid my hands on them walls, spoke a blessing they’d hold But you traded what we might have been, the story we wrote For that bargain basement booty that was already sold Now it don’t even matter, that’s the part that’s insane Used to cry in the shower, now I dance in the rain Not the nights I stayed awake, not the tears in my brain It’s that you small in my memory, I forgot half your name Not the silence, not the shame, not the weight of your games Not the ashes in the urn where I done buried your flame You was Sunshine in the doorway, gold spillin’ in waves Funny how the brightest people be the first ones to fade Funny how the brightest people leave and never look back Packed light, left heavy, took the joy that we had Now the smoke done finally settled, I can see where I’m at And them mirrors in my bathroom don’t reflect what we lacked Now the mirrors tell the truth, I’m the blessin’, in fact You was lost in your reflection, couldn’t handle the glass Somewhere deep inside the wreckage, when the altar went black I stopped lookin’ for your shadow and I found what I have Somewhere amongst the wreckage, in the rubble and ash I found sermons in the silence, found a love that gon’ last Stopped searchin’ for you, baby, started searchin’ for cash Now it’s 808s and organs while I bounce on this track [Chorus] Cat’s out the bag, I ain’t runnin’ it back (yeah) Church organ on the beat, heavy 808 slap (slap) Turn my pain into praise, put my name on the map (map) You a lesson, not a loss, now I’m never off track Cat’s out the bag, now I’m steppin’ in light (step) Southern girl, holy drip, mix the hood with the Christ (Christ) You ain’t play your cards right, now you payin’ the price (price) I got angels in the trap, and they rollin’ the dice (dice) [Outro] 808s in the choir, let the church say “Amen” (amen) Organ hummin’ through the speakers while I boss up again (again) Cat’s out the bag, I ain’t chasin’ no man (no) I got God, I got goals, I got cash in my hands (hands)

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