Songtexte Far Out - Turk

Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, hmm

We often forget what we are, we are
Floating through the stars, non-stop
We often forget what we are, we are
Floating through the stars, non-stop

Checkered tie, jukebox, let my feet run wild
Little league energy
Mama used to come to every game to scream
Believing in me was easy, watching me was easy
Could get frustrated and sleepy
Did my chores, grades were shitty
Not always in class, but coach loved me
Except for when I skate
Puttin' my precious limbs at stake
You see, I got nothing to lose
My friends are gone, don't wanna upset my dad
My brother is the only real thing I had
My cousin fucked me up way back
And mama worried
Mama wouldn't be herself if she don't worry
Mama never carefree
Mama, your back ain't weak, your back got wings
Your back got God, my body aches, but you're my backboard
And I'm bad at goodbyes
So hello
I should fix my posture
My eyes are heavy
I don't dream in the summer
Melting in the summer
Winter around the next left
I should clean this place up
Before my nephew grow up
Before my afro turn to dreadlock
I don't dread nothing, no, said
Scheming on teaming these feelings up, peeling my skin back
Wishing, auditioning, adapting, bad memories and real friends
Too much of anything no good
Fix it, Young Turk
Said, young numb skull at work
Hey, said, numb skull, woo

What good are these fingerprints you place on this map?
Now I'm wondering, what's your difference?
What's the difference? Hmm

Off with my head, I'm far out
Fall with the shits, been out of space, aw yeah
Everything, off with my head, I'm far out
Fall with the shits, been out of space, aw yeah
Everything, off with my head, I'm far out
Fall with the shits, been out of space, aw yeah
Everything, off with my head, I'm far out
Aw yeah (Aw yeah)

We often forget what we are, we are
Floating through the stars, non-stop
We often forget what we are, we are
Floating through the stars, non-stop
Fucked up that last part
Fuck it, it's alright