Over It - Yung Pinch, Wiz Khalifa

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