LAWS - Not Coming Down (Mr. Bellamy Part I) lyrics

[Verse 1: Laws] Then he heard I got signed And some questions kept running across his mind Would I be the same Laws or would I change up? Could we still hang out or would I just hang up? I ain't falling for the okie doke, I wanted us to be real Boys like Pinocchio, he was never there When my kitchen was a Ramadan, now we out of dinners Trying to sit with my entourage, what if he a mall cop? See, I got a pain, rap version of hard rock And we ain't The Doors but he trying to get us all knocked Gone fishing with some jailbait while I'm trying to win the game Keep getting a stalemate ‘cause I'm trying to concentrate He backstage with some groupies, he trying to conversate This ain't no game, no Howard Cosell to commentate And when the cops come, he disappear That's kinda fake, give me my chain back chump [Hook: Paul McCartney] I'm not coming down no matter what you do I like it up here without you [Verse 2: Laws] Then I heard I got signed like rewind Yo, you heard I got signed? Let me give my job two weeks Break a couple bones, dropping stacks on my two feet I'm down under, walking on Wallabees Leave a trail of bread, tell them lames follow me Between me and them, you should elect to Laws Too many bu*tons to press and I select pause These credit agencies, I really can't respect 'em ‘Cause the people in collections probably still make collect calls So I'mma lie this Summer, I'm picking up private numbers Tiger uppercut for anything to reside above us They taking time off but I'll prevail working Feeling forever young, alpha male version Boss like but this employee is new And they thinking I'm a chump but I'm just enjoying the view [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] Well then she heard I got signed And she hit her girls up like you heard he got signed? O-M-G, how she wear her favorite blouse with the sandals Sending me a text, saying that she go commando Mailing me a pic as a sample, all ‘cause I'm young in the South Call me Peter Pan Handle, she did her research And every little thing's known, she even got my record as a ringtone A year later, preacher got us putting rings on Picture perfect marriage all because I sing songs Picket fence, old neighbors, not a thing's wrong We looking for a tree to hang some tire swings on Thinking how them others all chase my money Over my favorite meal, my doll made it for me Before my second bite, sharp heart pain stunned me My last thought was dinner sure tasted funny, till d**h do us part [Hook 2X]