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Welcome To the future, uh (Blueprint, 3, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey) Hey, count me in (Blueprint, 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 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 Audemars 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, wearing sweats They come out next year but these my last-year sweats And my new girl so sick Your new girl can't fuck with my old girl And you know this stuff I'm professional, they're just new to this I just may let you borrow this This the Draggstar, I follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow Whatever you about to discover we're off that You about to tell her you love her we're off that Always wanna fight in the club and we're off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasing the fame and we're off that Oversized clothes and chains we're off that Guys throwing money in the club and we're off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, Ludacris we're off that Timbs we're off that, rims we're off that (Yeah we're off that, is you still on that?) (And we still making money 'cause we still on that) This ain't black vs. white, my people we're off that Please tell Jim Crow to fall back Tell Satan to get off my back It's 2026, not 1864 Uh, yeah we come so far So I don’t drive yet, hard top and it's off Uh, in my Chrysler loft With my high-brow art, and my high-yellow broad Uh, and my dark-skinned sis And my friends a pastor. Say "What's up?" to Chris Uh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents "Blueprints" in my white iPod Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God Uh, we ain't tripping off that This a YouTube ad, I’ve been up off that, uh Whatever you about to discover we're off that You about to tell her you love her and she doesn’t we're off that Always wanna fight in the club and we're off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasing the fame and we're off that Oversized clothes and chains we're off that Girls twerking in the club and we're off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Ludacris we're off that Timbs we're off that, rims we're off that (Yeah we're off that, is you still on that?) (And we still making money 'cause we still on that) Uh, uh, uh 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 girls that don’t like me 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 running Two-A-Days So I don't drop the ball when they pass it my way So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the things 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 driving , I’m driving but I don’t have my license yet You got it, 'cause I’m different You copped it, I’m just waiting for it to be provided And we don't give a fidduck, people we're off that Whatever you about to discover we're off that You about to tell her you love her and she doesn’t we're off that Always wanna fight in the club and we're off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasing the fame and we're off that Oversized clothes and chains we're off that Niggas still making it rain and we're off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Ludacris we're off that Timbs we're off that, rims we're off that (Yeah we're off that, is you still on that?) (And we still making money 'cause we still on that)