Time To Do Some Sketchy Shit

In an airplane, I was flying Just a flight attendant guy I can be clumsy, and I stumbled Out the door, into the sky Now I am falling through the air Wind and regret flow through my hair All I can do right now is stare down at the ocean Suddenly, there's a ring in my cell phone. I pick it up It's the Angel of Death, and he says what's up? I say, what is it this time? And he's like well, hello, goodbye, I'll see you in Hell He can be like that sometimes, he's such a nut So I snicker and say, I'd love to, but Gravity is calling, I've got some falling to do I'm in a state of shock, but it's something new I guess it all depends on your point of view. It's true This is boring yes, I'm falling But it's taking quite a while My destination is impending Might as well go out in style I put my arms out to the skies Whistle a tune and close my eyes Trying to briefly realize perpetual motion Suddenly, giant tentacles rise from the open sea And with total precision they lasso me It's a monstrous squid and he saved my life But I am too freaked out to be nice So I tell him the truth, that I'd rather fall No offense but at least it's predictable Gotta stop stalling, I've got some falling to do I'm probably gonna die, but it's something new I guess it all depends on your point of view it's true

Okay I lied Motherfucker try Say I can't come to the hood, true lie See I would but I'm out in Dubai When I get back I'mma roll through that Snatch yo bitch give yo niggas dap The hood gon' ballistic, Cole was here and you missed it That nigga walk like Obama man Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it This pimp shit, pimp shit Cole hard, you limp dick My flow hard no wimp shit Put in that work no temp shit Yo bitch wearin' that lipstick Gave this dick a french kiss That nigga so wack when the bitch came back Kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Ville made it to the map and shit Niggas move cane like Kappa shit Ain't that some shit Came for no Benz and Range and my mattresses Fuckin' these bad little actresses I'm bad as shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit well paid for this rap And shit Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit bitch Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Flow, flow, flow, flow Flow tight put a nigga in a headlock Fuck hoes out of wedlock Nigga bed rock Red hot, so they got red dots Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot Money long like dread locks shit If you send shots then you bet not miss For a couple G's, send a couple G's Fuck copping pleas, Matlock shit (testify) I gotta testify Came through humble so it's best if I Explain the noise shit, rockin' jewels shit Got the full clip, cock and pull Stop the bullshit watch the flow How you gon' stop the unstoppable Keep bitches on they toes no Dr. Scholls It's the Roc bitch, rock and roll I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit well paid for this rap And shit Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit bitch Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce

Tryna find a flame for my fire, I can't burn it out Smoke is cloudin' a fantasy And now we are where we are right now Now we found our way back to each other and turned it around We'll build a hell of a family That's where we are where we are right now On that good shit (ooh, ooh-ooh) Miss me with the bullshit (oh) On that good shit (ooh, ooh-ooh) Miss me with the bullshit (oh) Now the tables are turnin', emotions are burnin' It's drivin' you crazy I'm sick and tired of the fightin', wasn't part of the plan Now it's out of my hands Missed calls in the middle of the night I can feel somethin' ain't right I done had enough of it Ain't no need to fake the funk in my bedroom 'Cause we be on that good shit, yeah-yeah, yeah (ooh, ooh-ooh) (You can miss me) Miss me with the bullshit (We stay on that) On that good shit (oh, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh) Miss me with the bullshit (yeah) Miss me We been goin' back and forth, up and down He say, she say, 'round and 'round Break up, make up, fight then fuck Hundred reasons just to stick around A-list digits, tryna be right Sleepin' back to back in the bed, up for the whole night Ooh, toxic energy Ooh, we spillin' gasoline And I done had enough of it Ain't no need to fake the funk in my bedroom On that good shit (yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh) (Girl, miss me with my, oh-oh) Miss me with the bullshit, yeah (But we be) On that good shit (ooh, ooh-ooh) (On that bullshit, on that bullshit, bullshit, ooh-ooh, yeah) Miss me with the bullshit (oh)