Yung Pinch, Wiz Khalifa - Over It lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yung Pinch, Wiz Khalifa - Over It lyrics]
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
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