Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Far Out, artist - Kevin Flum.
Date of issue: 21.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |