Lyrics Far Out - Kevin Flum

Far Out

Yeah
Drinkurwater hoe, ou
Yeah, let’s go
Yeah, all I do is win, homie, yeah, you know, I been a winner
So, yeah, get your girl, 'cause she’s playing with me like a fidget spinner
Ou, rubbing on the wood, watch out baby, you might get a splinter
And the Tahoe wasn’t really big enough, so I’m saving up to go get a sprinter,
yeah
So, fuck all you haters and everything, that you stand for
You so, so so late on your rent and guess who the fuck is the landlord
Guess who the fuck is in charge now, popping the lids of my jars now
Smoking that shit, that be making me feel like I’m outer space, feeling far out,
like ou
Man, I’m so far out
Guess who in charge now
Yeah, I’m so far out
Popping lids of my jars, yeah
Yeah,, committing a felony
I feel like, she hit me with the booty, there’s no telling me
That she ain’t around me for my status, that she ain’t around me for my cash
I might just stick around, but just for a second, to get a glimpse of that ass,
yeah
Hold up baby, hold up baby, work, feeling like I gotta go to church
I could pick your girl up with a verse, hit the mall and get that chick a purse
Says she don’t smoke but I smoke, it’s all good, I’ll just pass to my bros
Take a trip and go splash in the coast,
Man, I just want me a mansion with unlimited expansion
Want a girl in every room, that’s just dancing, waiting on me to come and take
my chances like
Come on baby, come and throw that money, blow it like a joke but it ain’t funny
Pack my bags, I’m headed where it’s sunny, with the honey, who like counted
hundreds
Man, I’m so far out
Guess who in charge now
Yeah, I’m so far out
Popping lids of my jars, yeah