Off That

Welcome (welcome) To the (to the) future, uhh (Blue-print, 3, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey) Hey, count me in (Blue-print, 3, ay, hey, hey-hey) Find me a nice soft place to land (I got you Hov', ay ay-ay) I'm so high (yeah, hey hey, hey, hey, c'mon) Find me a nice, soft place to land (fricky-fricky uh) (Ah, c'mon now, c'mon now) Yeah, right there, yeah (fricky-fricky Hov') I'm so tomorrow the Audemar says yesterday Which means you on time delay So even if I slow it down My sound is fast forward, hold up I'm just a runway show But I wear that so my plane, these my runway clothes Hehe, Cashmere sweats They come out next year but these my last year sweats And my hoes so sick Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch And you know this shit I'm professional, they novices I just may let you borrow this This the Blueprint, nigga follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow bi- Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin' the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that) This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls It's 2010, not 1864 Uhh, yeah we come so far So I drive around town, hard top and it's off Uh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brow art, and my high yellow broad Uh, and my dark-skinned sis In my best white mate, say what's up to Chris Uh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents "Blueprint's" in my white iPod Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God Uh, we ain't tripping off that This a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that, uh Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin' the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that) I don't give a fidduck abiddout the widdate You used to move, what you used to do And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches That you used to screw, what your future do And we don't really care what you used to say Unless that affects your future pay I'm on a practice field runnin' Two-A-Days So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit That you probably did, who you probably is The only time I deal in past tense 'Cause I'm past rims, and I'm past tints If you drivin' it, I drove it You got it, cause I sold it' You copped it, I bought it back And we don't give a fidduck, nigga we off that Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that) Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey