Address - Intellectual

[Intro: Curren$y]

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's all good, it's already (Yeah)

Already understood

Ain't nothing

Still the same old, that's all

Ain't nothin change

Fool, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Ugh, nigga, for what?

Get down with these suckers when I'm high as fuck

And they under us

Catch a crook in your neck from trying to watch the Jets

Mr. Tokyo Drift, spent yen on a 'Vette

Lookin' for your bitch, fool, take one guess

She caught up in the rapture

Waking and baking, Anita greatest hits blastin

Pedal-mashing, paper-twisting, scraper-engine

Rad Racer, no 3D glasses, just a high-ass rapper—Spitta, nigga

In the building? Nah, I'm on the roof, chilling

The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with

Bottles in the cooler, if you don't know how to do it, homie, I'll school ya

Barrel roll, loop-de-loop, Top Gun maneuvers

Making Hot Wheels out of hoopties

Holding it down like balloon strings

[Chorus: Curren$y; Curren$y & Stalley]

Ugh, it's all good

It ain't gotta be said, it's already understood, ain't nothing

Ain't nothing change but the address

Fool, ain't nothing change but the address (Yeah, yeah)

We still the same mode, niggas switching the scripts

We still playing the same role, and so (And so)

Ain't nothin' changed but the address (Address)

Fool, ain't nothing change (Ain't nothing change)

[Verse 2: Stalley & Curren$y]

Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long (Yeah, nigga)

Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song (Yeah, Ski Beatz)

Nights long, but the days short

Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three's, lounge gear

Long beard; you can tell I ain't from round here

Obvious, with the occasional glare from the natives

Call 'em back, tell my mama I make it

Not complacent with the lifestyle

Feels good, but it's hard to crack a smile

When the ones you came up with not around

Roll a joint after picking through the pound

Whole perception done changed

Funny how a three-hour flight can make your life change

Tight things I be thinking on

When I'm drifting in and out of herb clouds, hanging on—

Every second of the moment

So you can feel all the memories I come home with

And for those that miss me, I'll be back, don't trip

In the 'Maro with the shift kit, oceanside

Doors open wide, trying not to be seasick

Plotting in the tropics, thinking how I'm gon' run ish'

Back in the states when I leave it

[Chorus: Curren$y]