Not Coming Down (Mr. Bellamy Part I)

[Verse 1: Laws]
Then he heard I got signed
And some questions kept running across his mind
Would I be the same Laws or would I change up?
Could we still hang out or would I just hang up?
I ain’t falling for the okie doke, I wanted us to be real
Boys like Pinocchio, he was never there
When my kitchen was a Ramadan, now we out of dinners
Trying to sit with my entourage, what if he a mall cop?
See, I got a pain, rap version of hard rock
And we ain’t The Doors but he trying to get us all knocked
Gone fishing with some jailbait while I’m trying to win the game
Keep getting a stalemate ‘cause I’m trying to concentrate
He backstage with some groupies, he trying to conversate
This ain’t no game, no Howard Cosell to commentate
And when the cops come, he disappear
That’s kinda fake, give me my chain back chump

[Hook: Paul McCartney]
I’m not coming down no matter what you do
I like it up here without you

[Verse 2: Laws]
Then I heard I got signed like rewind
Yo, you heard I got signed? Let me give my job two weeks
Break a couple bones, dropping stacks on my two feet
I’m down under, walking on Wallabees
Leave a trail of bread, tell them lames follow me
Between me and them, you should elect to Laws
Too many buttons to press and I select pause
These credit agencies, I really can’t respect ’em
‘Cause the people in collections probably still make collect calls
So I'mma lie this Summer, I’m picking up private numbers
Tiger uppercut for anything to reside above us
They taking time off but I’ll prevail working
Feeling forever young, alpha male version
Boss like but this employee is new
And they thinking I’m a chump but I’m just enjoying the view

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Laws]
Well then she heard I got signed
And she hit her girls up like you heard he got signed?
O-M-G, how she wear her favorite blouse with the sandals
Sending me a text, saying that she go commando
Mailing me a pic as a sample, all ‘cause I’m young in the South
Call me Peter Pan Handle, she did her research
And every little thing’s known, she even got my record as a ringtone
A year later, preacher got us putting rings on
Picture perfect marriage all because I sing songs
Picket fence, old neighbors, not a thing’s wrong
We looking for a tree to hang some tire swings on
Thinking how them others all chase my money
Over my favorite meal, my doll made it for me
Before my second bite, sharp heart pain stunned me
My last thought was dinner sure tasted funny, till death do us part

[Hook 2X]