Lyrics:
tryna run up with recruitments
Black and white Cubans on my neck these is Lupins
Aviator Ray Bands with some blue tints
If you ain't talkin' 'bout
blue ray
I run the town
Step out they like who's that
Lost in the gulag
Always buy me back
Feeling so sharp
Pinned in like a thumb tack
Dreaming
Bobby Ray
I mean my name B.o.B
When I'm on this mic I melt that fire
That's my job
I am a bomb
Try if ya want
Tick me off and I'm like lit up
So I
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
spring I'm not alright
Sun rays are so bright
You see green and I see brake lights
Why am I afraid?
It's repeating once a year in spring I'm not alright
of hip hop
And I'm singin' lovin' is what I got I got I got
Cause when the lovin' was gone
I learned to play the blues through Stevie Ray Vaughn
I needed
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
love to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to Jay-O
Masters Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo
I came up on drive-bys and chronic
won't come off in the morning the day or the night
look, the sun hit my shades you get hit by the rays lil homie im reflecting light
then you get hit
loud
We smoking this shit by the pound
Fucking your bitch everyday
Then I am kicking her out
Free throw, free throw, free throw
Yeah your bitch is
five
Stop pocket watching from the sidelines
Who am I
Who are you
Black yellow white green or blue
What it is
What it do
Touchdown Blue 42
Put my soul
gotta relearn
Double down imma grind imma preserve
Kinda funny how the hate make me swerve
I just wanna laugh like Ray Liotta
And I'm all ears like baby
sleeved escalade
6 hoes in the truck smoking
Woods out the pound roll up what you
Want countin blue 100's fell asleep drinking
Red niggas postin guns
that'll cover up them shrooms
6am the lobby, I should probably catch Aaaaaaa...
Where ya at? Chase me like a cat
I was in the hallway baby rolling like
6) Black Swan
Labyrinth,
Can't escape this labyrinth
I don't even remember
When I got lost
Pieces,
I'm missing pieces
For this puzzle
To be solved
change the weather
I could do a lot, but doing you is what I'd rather
I'd rather listen to the blues and talk about the moon
We could trip from here
powers
Dudes cower, excuse me if am late by like two hours
Am amused but fumin at the same time
Sidestep from the side line an kick tight rhymes
With
crushed
But is was crushed before and somehow
Mended, if he lives he'll never walk
Look at
These x rays, he's been shot, look here
The pellets
Are still
It was laying pennies on the rail's
And sneaking off to chew Red Man
It was a Friday night win, followed by Saturday bruise
It was a first Blue
to you, I am invisible to you
It seems I'm invincible it's true but, to be really visible to you
It feels is impossible to do
I'm still unnoticeable by
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
the glue
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
You should know
I am the queen
I'm over you
I'm over you
Losing to me
Don't look so blue
Sweetheart
You don't
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