Going Off Cal Scruby (Ft. Trevor Jackson)

[Verse 1: 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