| Hey Bob! |
| Get in here, man! |
| Your sets ready, man!
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| You’re going live in 5, 4, 3, 2-!
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| «Ladies and gentleman, you are at Cafe, and who you have coming to the stage is
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| none other than B.o.B!»
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| («B-o who?» «What?» «Who's that?» «Who the fuck is that?» «I don’t know who
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| that it is.» |
| «What's B.o.B»")
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| «Aha, I mean. |
| Ha. |
| See, I ain’t really got shit to say, but look.
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| How y’all doing to night?»
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| («Nobody care what you got to say, nigga!» «Nigga say something!» «Boo!
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| ««Boo nigga.» |
| «Don't nobody fuck with that nigga music, don’t nobody fuck
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| with that nigga lyrics!» |
| «Boo!» |
| «Get off the stage.» |
| «Fuck you nigga,
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| get of the stage!» |
| «Don't nobody give a damn! |
| Ah. |
| shit» «Nobody give a damn!
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| ««Lame-ass nigga! |
| Hoe-ass nigga, dawg! |
| Fuck that nigga!»)
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| «I got a little song, wrote it on the way over here, but check it out.»
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| I know I’m left field to you, field to you, field to you
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| But don’t it sound so real to you, real to you, real to you
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| Tell me how it feel to you, feel to you, feel to you
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| Now don’t it feel lovely? |
| (Aha, aha) (Don't it feel lovely?)
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| Now don’t it sound lovely? |
| (Now don’t it sound lovely?)
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| I agree
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| I’m playing at the left
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| Was raised up in Decatur, so I’m straight up out the deck
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| And G.A. |
| is all I rep, so they say that I’m obsessed
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| I grew up in the struggle so maybe I’m depressed
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| But being in the struggle is what gave me my success
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| This ain’t your imagination, I ain’t fakin it unless
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| I don’t mean what I say, but what I say is what I stress
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| And I ain’t really Catholic but, daily, I confess
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| I ain’t a Christian rapper or a civil activist
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| But everybody feel me cause I say the realist shit
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| I see why haters get all mad, I don’t brag
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| So here’s what I got to offer:
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| Words of wisdom so that you can get your money taller
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| I’m lovely like the left field
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| I know I ain’t around, shorty, but I rep still
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| Don’t get to thinking that I’m different, because a record deal
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| Turning Hollywood, come on — is that real?
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| And still, I got alot of agony and stress on my chest
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| Cause the world ain’t right, so I gotta come left
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| I’m a keep it one hunnid till the day that I rest
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| So take a deep breath, I guess |