Mason Black - Far Out&Co. lyrics

Walk in control of the ambience Can't contain your wetness knowing that's your confidant Girl friends yakking on and on about Far out That's what I'm bout Trip hop Come take a trip ma Outter space racing Fancy co*ktail occasions Buildings from stone Mason's making Everthing we see now Silver lined clouds We Up here Never coming down Far out couture The allure You ain't down we Living you on shore Poor poor Rich girl Poor poor Rich boy Complain about more Depressing records in the stores f** you and it ain't more Blaze cause I care less Don't touch headrest Then d**h next Been on the river Styx Smoke to forget Then I remember Wake me up when September Ends f** it roll And smoke again Far up in yo friend She grin said mb Did it again Sin after sin Sea to sea Far out In a bbt White and black Not black and white I ain't talking p**y Right Cause last night Had a swirl Half black half white girls Wavy hair with a slight curl Left em with the pearls of loins I go in and stay in Until I reach satan Tell it's time for invading I am laughing I'm playing Ps3 While my girl roll me The whole box Smoke till heart stops Croak on the track Born derailed There ain't no coming The dark side We don't see the sun in fact f** who ain't all right with that Smoke papers bowls blunts It don't matter jack Far out shatter facts Black in black d**h and cash attached I'm the one In fact f** life i ain't want it back But there is some who love to have All this Only the possibilities of Ballin Keep bodies from falling I'm calling out Fonco Gentlemen prefer blondes though Guess I'm not gentle f** this instmental It drove me mental This is your far out briefing You should be chefing If you're not roll up some pot It rhymes but its not a lyric That's the far out mission statement Don't be good, be the beast & f** the rest That's order make sure you get it Far out and company That's the homies They know what this is about In print, on screen, your phone your laptop whatever We Far out we be about Interplanetary travel Biblical battles Burning bushes On that George sh** Far out freshly imported Oj in the vodka We wake up and never feel Nauseous I ain't diddy but we ain't never stopping Far out always an option Fonco Far out fems Far out couture Far out and company Welcome to the new world