Cal Scruby - Going Off lyrics

V1 Girl you knocking at the wrong door I ain't home anyways, I've been on tour Jordan Concords, no Tom Ford Think it's time for a new wave, is you on board? I k** 'em from bonjour to encore Start at the bottom, record in my basement Now my girl asking how long I'll be gone for LA on business like this is vacation Can't even tell her my current location She checking up on me like I'm on probation Got me a lawyer to settle my cases Cuz I don't got time for this whole litigation Bet I come home to a standing ovation I sleep and awaken with blunts in rotation Your sh** is old sh**, I'm Ne-Yo (Neo) I'm so sick Got red pills and blue pills like I'm in The Matrix Am I relevant now? I don't really give a f**, am I celibate now? No I get a lotta brain, I'm intelligent now So I don't carry cash on me for the hell of it now And all the hoes give me love, they suppose every plug Give me d** that could prolly put an elephant down So they come around acting all elegant now And I'm the one they've been telling you 'bout I'm that dude HOOK I'm the one they talk about, reason why they listen I was just being me now I'm the one they wanna be Don't know what you talking 'bout, think it's time to go Yeah it's time to blow and I'm shooting like I'm, shooting like I'm, going off (He actually says, "shooting like a, shooting like a, gun") V2 All bets down, bet I rock ya Young yellow-headed show stopper Bought a whole flock of Grey Goose vodka Make em all scream like Phantom of the Opera Pull up in the Ghost, ain't that scary Cocaine paint job, leather black cherry Catch a flight from Chicago to Cabo Now I'm rapping like I found Drake's Blackberry Feet in the sand, drink in my hand Minding my business, no leaking my plans I don't negotiate, that's inappropriate Tell your a**ociate "meet my demands" Thinking of days I just needed a chance Nights on the road I would sleep in the van Don't eat alone cuz I feast with the fam I blew my advance like a week in advance Speaking of bands, I'm reaching the fans I don't see no open seats in the stands Hoes in the front can't squeeze in them pants Got damn, got her blowing in my ear like Lance Woah I must be the King right? Coming back home for the ring right? I was only 9 way back in '99 'Bout time Weezy called it "Bling Bling" right? Right? HOOK