Far Out - Kevin Flum

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