Going Off Lyrics - Singles - Cal Scruby

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 kill '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 shit is old shit, 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 fuck, 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 drugs 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 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 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