Take the Roof Off

As far as dreams go, I'm sweet bro

My fam is all I need, yo

I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral

On cloud nine's where my fleet floats

I got kilo's of that free hope

It's Friday and in my brain

I don't give a fuck about no Deebo

Let me tell you about my steelo

I'm like Ne-Yo verse Magneto

Having lightening fights at frightening heights

On the top of Jesus in Rio

I'm Han Solo mixed with CeeLo

Smoke Greedo on the D-Low

And when Macca spits I'm immaculate

'Cause I can decode the human genome

As we drift, as we float

We are high in outer space

If your hip to the code

We gon' fly the fuck away

This that shit that you know

Got you wylin' off your face

Oh yeah, (yeah)

Oh yeah (yeah)

Yo, one life to live, one love to give

You know we got it sorted

Two hands to build, oh man that's real

You know that's fucking gorgeous

Every second is precious

And life is but a dance

So here's your chance

To tear the fucking roof off

Sad violinists when I sold their violas

Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola

In the desert lookin' for a cold cherry cola

Life's hard like a cold areola, my

Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm

I think, therefore I amputate arms

I'm not always a man with great charm

But I'll be there like the man from State Farm

I'm dedicated to getting better

Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded

Defecated on microphones on every state in the land

So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand

I'm making a stand, put me in a jam I hang tough

Scram when I break my handcuffs

And I will shake every snake, every soft fake motherfucker off like flakes of dandruff

Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face

And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace

If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down

If you think you're king, I'm surgically removing the crown

I'm movin' around, have some trouble choosin' a town

'Cause when I move I never lose any ground

At any given moment it's hard to really tell at what city I dwell

Find me in Philly bangin' my head on the Liberty bell

heart boulevard

You're looking hard, Watsky and B.n.E

Never caught being seen where the rookies are

Luke Skywalker, hand caught in a cookie jar

And now that the day's before me

Gonna go out in a blaze of glory

Savour the phases, the crazy, insane

And then tell an amazing story

Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky

From one geezer to another

Legend