"Over It" Lyrics

Oh whoa
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, yeah
(I'm so over it)

Nowadays everybody heartbroke
They so broke yeah, they so broke, wait
Nowadays everybody heartbroke
They so broke, but I'm still getting rich tho

Everybody heartbroke 'cause they life so-so
And they cry so much you would think they 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)
I spilled my last (yeah, I spilled it)
Here goes another one (here comes 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 (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 (yeah)

Everybody heartbroke 'cause they got no hoes
And they know my car go vroom vroom when my toe hit it
Whoa whoa, 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 want to see me in my bag (don't want to 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 and 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 looking for this little punk by the name of Yung Pinch)
(Uh, he's been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, 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 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 fucking glass
Yeah, pour me another one (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 get over it
Not so, you know when the bar close
I'ma ride with my bros that I never stay sober with