| Skull and crossbones and death bandannas
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| A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta
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| Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the slammer
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| Tell me what’s wrong
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| I could really use some answers
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| Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper
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| About two years ago everybody was a trapper
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| Obviously, money is what everybody’s after
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| Cause slavery ain’t change
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| It’s a modern day disaster
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| Now these are my words from me to you
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| Everything you do from your shades to your shoes
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| From your chains to your Coupe
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| Came from the tube
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| Trust me I would know
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| I was raised on it too
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| Okay, now just let me get your attention
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| I’m a turn the tables so you don’t get defensive
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| I’m a put my bullshit aside for a second
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| Cause I can’t be fake
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| Cause God won’t let me
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| I used to wear a grill
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| Because it was the trend
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| Not because I liked it
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| I just wanted to fit in
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| Then I got «Eastside"tatted on my skin
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| And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big
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| But I was lost
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| I ain’t know who I was
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| What else was there to do besides look like a thug
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| So in my senior year at Columbia High
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| I dropped out of high school and I got signed
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| B.o.B. |
| was the name
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| I ain’t like Bobby Ray cause I was ashamed
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| But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth
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| And I could give a damn about the fame and fortune
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| Honestly I don’t even listen to rap
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| Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap
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| And if you make good music that’s okay
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| But on the radio, that they don’t play
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| It’s easy to see we created a beast
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| Cause everybody wants to hear what they don’t need
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| And now all the rappers got to struggle to give you
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| That bullshit music so they can continue
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| To live
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| The position that I’m in
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| Is quite an interesting predicament I will admit
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| But you can count on me cause I’m refusing to give in
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| Cause I’m a give you music cause we need it to exist
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| Bitch
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| So I’m a play my guitar
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| Rap about aliens and sing about stars
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| Till you understand that’s what we are
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| So we ain’t got to struggle no more so we don’t starve
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| I swear to God I love you with every bar
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| We all got problems that need to be solved
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| So while I got the mic I’m a speak my thoughts
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| And I’m a keep it real till the day I fall |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation Lost, artist - B.o.B. Album song New Black, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп