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So Far Gone
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Hip-Hop/Rap
So Far Gone was released on July 17, 2022 by 3835160 Records DK as a part of the album Members Only
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Release DateJuly 17, 2022
Label3835160 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darell Adams
Darell Adams
Songwriter

Lyrics

You know so far gone got me feelin' like Drake Can't drink no Patron cause a **** ain't
Ate Moth balls in the grass, I ain't worried bout
A snake Buddy came round fly tryna step on my plate
But I bought the raid to the party just in case
Big ass shells when I shoot, give me space He gon' run to the car but I got her on my
Waist I'm rollin' three dice like Cee-Lo, still
Fuck you my **** like Cee-Lo I'm pray-in' in the game, I ain't tempt T-Bo
I'm good with you too, but I rather have V-Bo
Aye, I'm so far gone, can't catch me I'm kill-in' these ****, I'm bel air ' Jeffery
My sauce be the good shit, y'all just catch it
Got beef, we can mix it up, burgers for breakfast
Ayy, damn, my dawg just started to hissin Ayy, listen, shit got hot like the kitchen
So I lit it up like Christmas quick to spit me a verse like a
Christian But rappin' reality different
Made them boys can't hang, so we lynched them me walk down team like the Flintstones
Yeah, I'm on they neck like a I'm a in grown Ayy, so far gone, damn, nighaa got lost
Can't trust what you hearin, only half what you saw
Yeah, that go for y'all, but my words are law I hook the strap to my bitch like a bro
Say I jumped off subject, but fuck it, it's raw
But still I'm so far gone Puffin' on Zai, ain't smokin' on strong
Puffin' on Zai, ain't smokin' on loud Ayy, I'm in the booth gettin' hot right now
Gotta punch me in, I ain't writin' this down I'm the punchline king, ****, bite my style
Guess they Tyson now, and I'm Holyfield Drinkin' pomegranate from a holy grail
Ayy, ayy, must think of my bed, how they sleep on Rell
But I know my part like a bitch who do hair Why these **** get mad, cause they bitch gon' step
I'm like Gonnis with the bucks, yeah, I'm a big player
I pick her ass up and I take her through the door
Bruh stop callin' her phone, you annoyin' his head
See a bop for the za bruh, just give her a smell
Pack touchdown, just came through the mail
Ayy, I don't why, man, they broken, I can tell
They lizard, you catch em, they break off, they tail
Yeah, I'm so far gone and the bitch still
How my youngin' come rollin' like a big wheel
**** shakin' that water, he infamil
Yeah, I'm so far gone in a different league
I was off in the field, he in the nose bleed
When it's members only, we reserve seats
It's a secret society, we don't speak
All this money behind us, we gon' eat
****, fuck it, I'm lyin, I'm all me
If it's trappin' forever, we gon' see
But the money gon' come if the hunnids for me
Bitch, I'm goin' hard, ain't no hunnid in me
If they talkin' down, I'ma walk up and see
Big five, TVL, my beast, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, I'm so far gone, got me feelin' like Drake
Can't drink, no Patron, cause a **** ain't ate
My balls in the grass, I ain't worried about a snake
But it came round fly, tryna step on my plate
But I'm about to raid to the party just in case
Big-ass shells, when I shoot, give me space
He gon' run to the car, but I got it on my waist
I'm rollin' three dice like CeeLo
Still fuck you, my ****, like CeeLo
I'm prayin' in the game, I ain't, Tim Tebow
I'm good with you too, but I really have vevo
Ayy, I'm so far gone, can't catch
I'm killin' these ****, I'm bel air Jeffery
My sauce be the good shit, y'all just ketchup
Got beef, we can mix it up, burgers for breakfast, yeah
I'm killin' these ****, I'm bellin' at ya
My sauce be the good shit, y'all just catch
Got beef, we can mix it up, burgers for breakfast, yeah
I'm killin' these ****, I'm bellin' at ya
My sauce be the good shit, y'all just catch
Written by: Darell Adams
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