Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Over It , by - Yung Pinch. Song from the album Back 2 The Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TWNSHP
Song language: English
Over It |
| Woah-woah |
| Beach boy at the beach again |
| This is something I’ma see again, yeah |
| Nowadays everybody is the same and I swear it’s so lame, yeah (I'm so over it) |
| Nowadays everybody is the same and they play the same games, woah (I'm so over |
| it) |
| Nowadays everybody heart broke |
| They so broke, yeah, they so broke, wait |
| Nowadays everybody heart broke |
| They so broke, but I’m still getting rich though |
| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
| Not so, you know when the bar close |
| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |
| Oh, oh-oh, pour me another one (Pour me another one) |
| I spilt my last (Yeah, I spilt it), yeah |
| Here goes another one (Here goes another one) |
| Baby, watch me do the dash, ayy |
| Cops right behind me and they speeding (Yeah) |
| You know we don’t need a reason, no (We never did) |
| Told you, «Baby, it’s my season» (Oh, yes it is) |
| We young, we living for the weekend, we living for the weekend |
| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they got no hoes |
| And they know my car go vroom-vroom when my toe hit it |
| Woah, woah, I might cop the white Rolls |
| And I’m feeling so punk that I might just total it |
| Smash-smash, crash-crash, now they towing it |
| Grab my bag full of grass, now I’m rollin' it |
| Treat each day like my last, make the most of it |
| Make this cash, bring it back where the ocean is |
| Don’t wanna see me in my bag (Don't wanna see me in my bag) |
| They wanna see me doing bad (They wanna see me doing bad) |
| And every time I see 'em now (When I see 'em now) |
| I disappear in the crowd (Okay) |
| Rollin' it up, ain’t putting it out |
| She bringing it up and poking it out |
| You heard of my gang, you know what I’m 'bout |
| You don’t want the fame, you don’t want the clout |
| Bounce, come to my house |
| Blow the whole ounce |
| Put on a few pounds |
| So I’ll be putting it down |
| Face down, weed loud |
| He light up, it don’t make a sound |
| She don’t fuck with them clowns, I’m her favorite now |
| Weed clouds, large amounts in my bank account |
| Shoot my shot, I’ma make it count |
| Hey there, uh, kid, we’ve been lookin' for this little punk by the name of Yung |
| Pinch, uh |
| He’s been stirring up trouble in Orange County, Los Angeles |
| Have you seen him by any chance? |
| Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain? |
| Nah, I haven’t seen him, bro |
| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
| Not so, you know when the bar close |
| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |
| Pour me another one (Pour me another one) |
| Fill my fuckin' glass, yeah |
| Pour me another one |
| 'Cause I just skipped class to be here |
| Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so |
| And they cry so much, you would think they’d get over it |
| Not so, you know when the bar close |
| I’ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with |