[Cal Scruby:]
Girl, you knocking at the wrong door
I ain't home anyways, I been on tour
Jordan Concords, no time for
I think it's time for a new wave, is you on board?
I kill 'em from Bonjour to encore
Start at the bottom, record in my basement
Now, my girl asking how long I be gone for
L.A. 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
Cause I don't got time for this whole litigation
Bet I'll come home, do a standing ovation
I'm sleeping and waking with blunts in rotation
Yo shit is old shit
I'm Ne-Yo, I'm so sick
Got red pills and blue pills like I'm in the matrix
(Ahh) Am I relevant now?
I don't really give a fuck, am I celibate now?
No, I get a lot of brain, I'm intelligent now
So I don't carry cash on me for the hell of it now
Now all the hoes give me love
This a pose every plug
Every drug, I could probably put an elephant down
So they come around acting all elegant now
And I'm the one they been telling you 'bout
I'm that dude
[Trevor Jackson:]
I'm the one they talking 'bout
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 go
Shooting like I'm, shooting like I'm going off
[Cal Scruby:]
All bets down, bet I rock ya
Young elevator, show stopper
Brought a whole flock of Grey Goose Vodka
Make 'em all scream like Phantom of the Opera (oo-oh)
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 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 associate 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 cause 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 get squeezed in her pants
God damn, got 'em blowing in my ear like Lance (whoa)
I must be the king, right?
Coming back home for the ring, right?
I was only 9 way back in 99
'Bout time they called it bling bling, right?
[Trevor Jackson:]
I'm the one they talking 'bout
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 you go
Yeah, it's time to go
Shooting liquor, shooting like I'm going off
I'm the one they talking 'bout
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 you go
Yeah, it's time to go
Shooting liquor, shooting like I'm going off
