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 assumed that they told ya They tryna dinosaur us So now it's time to go up
The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
The roof is on fire She wet like barbra streisand Police everywhere It's like a nigga killed 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 shit On that 911 shit Need a misses brown as missy I can have some fun with Them slave bones make grace jones' Don't stop, bitch, stay focused They hated on us since days of moses Let my people go crazy Them stars falling, don't chase 'em
The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
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 I'm recalling it all And I'm a lover just a lover Just a lover just a lover just a
The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
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 his pad Wipe my ass 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 fucking tree (aghh)
The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
Compositores: Damon Albarn, Anthony Christopher Craig Jr (Anthony C Jr Craig), Vincent Staples ECAD: Obra #16300152 Fonograma #14250883