Today's the day where I'm f*cking headin' out
Talk about work
F*ck you talkin' 'bout
I'm tryna relax I'm tryna chill out
Boys trip girls trip it's the same vibes
I'm not gonna drink too much
It's the same lies
You know Imma be doing my thing
I survive during fall and winter
So I can ball out during summer and spring
I have a lot on my mind
I have a million things to do
But it's all good Imma postpone
Can't wait for the day
Where I don't even gotta flirt
The only thing I'll have to say is
Bitch I'm Keystone
Taking time off cause I gotta regroup
Drinking Champagne like Drake
Smoking weed like Snoop
We in a city where it's litty
So tonight we gettin' busy
You can find me
Sipping on the finest cocktail
And they're playing Vybz Kartel
So we boutta be a different
Type of grind tonight
Imma party till I have no energy left
And that's only right
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Going far away from the bullshit
The problems and all the stupid shit
Just plaguing my life
Imma be gone for a while
Please do not hit my line
A week a month maybe I'll never comeback
Sometimes going abroad
Makes you feel like home is whack
Travel on a budget
You know what it's like
But the people you are with
Is what it is about
On the daily I'm just tryna make some bread
When I'm on vacation
I'm just tryna get some
Hey baby nice to meet you
I see you got friends
I got friends too
Maybe later you can show me
What them hands do
She turned around
Gave me the middle finger and told me
That's what my hands do bitchass
Damn why does attitude
Go hand-in-hand with a fat ass
Oh well get 'em next time
Tequila shots salt and lime
Feeling so damn good
There ain't a thing that can go wrong
Next I might move to the shade
And write a catchy lil song
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Keystone - Far Away Lyrics
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Today's the day where I'm f*cking headin' out
Talk about work
F*ck you talkin' 'bout
I'm tryna relax I'm tryna chill out
Boys trip girls trip it's the same vibes
I'm not gonna drink too much
It's the same lies
You know Imma be doing my thing
I survive during fall and winter
So I can ball out during summer and spring
I have a lot on my mind
I have a million things to do
But it's all good Imma postpone
Can't wait for the day
Where I don't even gotta flirt
The only thing I'll have to say is
Bitch I'm Keystone
Taking time off cause I gotta regroup
Drinking Champagne like Drake
Smoking weed like Snoop
We in a city where it's litty
So tonight we gettin' busy
You can find me
Sipping on the finest cocktail
And they're playing Vybz Kartel
So we boutta be a different
Type of grind tonight
Imma party till I have no energy left
And that's only right
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Going far away from the bullshit
The problems and all the stupid shit
Just plaguing my life
Imma be gone for a while
Please do not hit my line
A week a month maybe I'll never comeback
Sometimes going abroad
Makes you feel like home is whack
Travel on a budget
You know what it's like
But the people you are with
Is what it is about
On the daily I'm just tryna make some bread
When I'm on vacation
I'm just tryna get some
Hey baby nice to meet you
I see you got friends
I got friends too
Maybe later you can show me
What them hands do
She turned around
Gave me the middle finger and told me
That's what my hands do bitchass
Damn why does attitude
Go hand-in-hand with a fat ass
Oh well get 'em next time
Tequila shots salt and lime
Feeling so damn good
There ain't a thing that can go wrong
Next I might move to the shade
And write a catchy lil song
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Talk about work
F*ck you talkin' 'bout
I'm tryna relax I'm tryna chill out
Boys trip girls trip it's the same vibes
I'm not gonna drink too much
It's the same lies
You know Imma be doing my thing
I survive during fall and winter
So I can ball out during summer and spring
I have a lot on my mind
I have a million things to do
But it's all good Imma postpone
Can't wait for the day
Where I don't even gotta flirt
The only thing I'll have to say is
Bitch I'm Keystone
Taking time off cause I gotta regroup
Drinking Champagne like Drake
Smoking weed like Snoop
We in a city where it's litty
So tonight we gettin' busy
You can find me
Sipping on the finest cocktail
And they're playing Vybz Kartel
So we boutta be a different
Type of grind tonight
Imma party till I have no energy left
And that's only right
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Going far away from the bullshit
The problems and all the stupid shit
Just plaguing my life
Imma be gone for a while
Please do not hit my line
A week a month maybe I'll never comeback
Sometimes going abroad
Makes you feel like home is whack
Travel on a budget
You know what it's like
But the people you are with
Is what it is about
On the daily I'm just tryna make some bread
When I'm on vacation
I'm just tryna get some
Hey baby nice to meet you
I see you got friends
I got friends too
Maybe later you can show me
What them hands do
She turned around
Gave me the middle finger and told me
That's what my hands do bitchass
Damn why does attitude
Go hand-in-hand with a fat ass
Oh well get 'em next time
Tequila shots salt and lime
Feeling so damn good
There ain't a thing that can go wrong
Next I might move to the shade
And write a catchy lil song
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Don't try to call me
I'm leaving I'm going far away
I've been too busy
I'm leaving I'm going far away
Gotta take a break
Gotta clear my mind
Leaving I'm going far away
Been looking for peace
But she's hard to find
Writer: Kindi Frey
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