Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Far Alone, artist - G-Eazy. Date of issue: 22.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Far Alone |
| Yeah, blue jeans, Air ones and a white tee |
| '06 hangin' out the window like, yee |
| Hyphy on one, off a bottle might be, my tree |
| Smokin' Agent Orange, Hi-C |
| Back when me and Marty was recordin' at my Mom’s |
| Most of y’all were chasin' around bops |
| I was in the lab, only hoping that my job |
| Never would be based around mops now I’m on |
| Yeah, she know; |
| love me cause my ego |
| Girls and the drugs always follow us where we go |
| Ay, where the Bay at? |
| Shouts out to Jay Ant |
| Lookin' for the party girls, let me know where they at |
| Skinny rich girls always askin' where the yay at |
| Throw a house party like cool, where you stay at? |
| Turn upside down, let her twerk on the wall |
| Took her to the bathroom and did work in the stall |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| (G-Eazy, let E-Feezy tell his story!) |
| It ain’t funny what I’ve been through |
| Your enemy can be some kin to you |
| I started off hella broke |
| Hung around people that’s older than me, took notes |
| Momma worked three jobs on the weekends |
| Used to help her wash the walls at Mare island |
| In Vallejo naval houses |
| Havin' a roof over my head was my allowance |
| The oldest of four, young adults |
| Surrounded by grief, big dreams and hope |
| They hated and they doubted |
| How did you take it? |
| Took it with a grain of salt |
| I wanted it badly, they couldn’t stop me, Indie |
| Erry label wanted to sign me |
| Grew up on Short and Freddie B |
| (Who else?) Magic Mike and Calvin T |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| From the BART train to a tour bus |
| Still the same game except I’m pulling more sluts |
| More butts, more bucks, never giving more fucks |
| Did it my way, I’m never taking short cuts |
| Raised in that town |
| like fool, who put you upon? |
| Huh, E-40, Mac Dre is who I grew up on |
| I’m just selling game got you if you need a coupon |
| You can check my resume, see every beat I threw up on |
| Smoking on grapes, rollin up swishers, no papes |
| Back of the Ghost, closed drapes |
| I’m a boss tycoon |
| Girls in the crowd all swoon |
| Super high, I’m off to the moon |
| And I vanished with your girl then I took her to my room |
| She wants me to slay ooh-kay, that means doom |
| Boom, and it’s to be expected |
| Knew this would happen as soon as she texted |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |
| They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone |
| They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone |
| But now I’m here, bitch |