Casey Cuayo - Ascension lyrics

[Intro: Vince Staples] You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what's the hold up? Heard the world is ending soon I a**umed that they told ya They tryna dinosaur us So now it's time to go up [Chorus: Vince Staples] The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) [Verse 1: Vince Staples] The roof is on fire She wet like Barbra Streisand Police everywhere It's like a n***a k**ed a white man I just wanna find a baby mama 'fore the night end So don't be coming 'round Vince On that batter ram sh** On that 911 sh** Need a misses brown as Missy I can have some fun with Them slave bones make Grace Jones Don't stop, b**h, stay focused They hated on us since days of Moses Let my people go crazy Them stars falling, don't chase 'em [Chorus: Vince Staples] The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) [Verse 2: 2D] Attack on Iraq It's on a line Typing it fast Then it's slipping my mind Oh, when I'm drunk I'm spirited back I fall in a fire then I save myself Then I get advantage 'Cause the feeling's so raw In these times of sedition Well, nothing is dull And I'm moving into stillness And recalling it all And I'm a lover, just a lover, just a lover, just a lover, just a- [Chorus: Vince Staples] The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) [Verse 3: Vince Staples] All these liberated women sitting in my lap I'm finna catch a body like I got a gun and badge I'm finna turn Obama to my patna 'fore he dash Pull up to the pad, wipe my a** with the flag I'm just playing, baby, this the land of the free Where you can get a Glock and a gram for the cheap Where you can live your dreams long as you don't look like me Be a puppet on a string, hanging from a f**ing tree (Aghh!) [Chorus: Vince Staples] The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that a** 'fore it crash (higher)