Entire Chorus (Deacon The Villain, Anetra Polk & Marcus Wilkerson):

People always say
How do they do?
Everythang so true
Who would’ve knew
Where do we go now?
Where do we go now?

People every day
In every way
They get led astray
Caught in a daze
Where do we go now?
Where do we go now?
Hey!
What do you see?
What do you know?
Who stole your show?
You smokin’ hay?
Hard to believe
Where do we go now?

Natti:

This away that away anyway fine
Err body lost like Kanyes mind
Fuck finding his I’m just trying to find mine
Under influence we could walk a fine line
Like a swerve to curb with the law right behind
White folk in black face all good and fine
If you wear it all the time so we can all get to dying
Or go lil Kim skin do we all get to dyeing
You got  follows on the gram now get followed round the store down the street for like 9.99
Take a L at the shell trying to cop a couple shells cause the clerks 99 with a 9
Roll models roll models up sheets
After drugging them fucking em in they sleep
Preachers on bullshit pulpits eyeing where the fools sit leaving the wolf to guard the sheep
Nigga you can clap clap clap then stomp and holler shake gyrate then scream and holler
Don’t hesitate feed the plate celebrate see the gates let loose Jesus needs dollars
Can we even breath yet
We can’t even leave yet
Maybe just a reset
NO
You ain’t even seen that
We done rolled a three pack
Can you feel the trees yet
Whoa

Chorus (1st half):

Sheisty Khrist:

They out here slumming, gunning, Running, stuntin' -cunning
Monday through Sunday morning Stunning
Party jumping
Guns start humming
Talking loud sayin nothing
Frontin'
Fuck that
We got no beef
And we roll leaf
Or we blow keef
Throwin’ dice
With our gold teeth
Pouring Natty Ice
On these cold streets
This that new Rock n Roll
That lock and load
Rocky road
This that awkward, cocky flow
That kill this beat - Rocky 4
While they on the block talking shit
I be on my Waka Flocka shit
Worrying ‘bout no double pumpin’
Blocka blocka!
This bass thumpin', knockin’ bitch
Gotta jet, son,
About to dip
No zip code but got a zip
Zippo lit about to rip
I’m high as fuck about to trip
Houston can you hear me clearly?
Light it up and let me grip
I’m in this spacely sprocket ripped
To the moon
Rocketship!

Chorus (2nd half):

Marcus Wilkerson:

Yeah Yeah Yeah!

(Choral scatting)

Chorus (1st half):

Marcus Wilkerson:

Funny how time flies
I said funny how time flies
I said funny how time flies
I said funny how time flies
I said it’s funny how time flies
I said it funny how time flies
I said funny how time flies
I said it’s funny how time flies