Album: Stoic (2012)

Going Off

Man, my shit be going off, going off
Man, my shit be going off, going off super early in the morning
I never felt so mother fucking and hoping
Man, my shit be going off, going off
Everybody wanna see me
They call me, and they text me, and they tweet me
And my shit be going off, going off
What it do, what it do, what it do?
Where you're at, where you're at, where you're at?
I'm coming through, man my shit be going off!
I tell them not to bother me, don't bother me
Yeah, instead they're calling me, and calling me
My shit be going off!

7: 45 on a week day
I can rent a G5 with a week space
Hey, hey, hey
I'll be dizzy, I'll be stressing,
Leave a message with my brothers
Benjamin of a [?]
If I ain't got your number locked in
You can be expecting to texting, that says who it is?
And we're about to make this party rock shit
Put your name in the e-mail and this bitch tell them do this!
Can my shit be going on for living?
Texting me 911 I ain't no [?] bitch!
Shout the bitch in my context, she [?]
If I don't feel like talking she get a cough like I'm sick
You sleep boy, you're tired
You need something to eat, boy?
You know how much this [?] plan cost?
I guess it cost to be the boss

That's when my shit be going off, going off
Super early in the morning
I never felt so mother fucking important
And my shit be going off, going off
Everybody wanna see me
They call me, and they text me, and they tweet me
And my shit be going off, going off