Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left Field, artist - B.o.B. Album song Hi! My Name Is B.o.B., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2009
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Left Field |
| Hey Bob! |
| Get in here, man! |
| Your sets ready, man! |
| You’re going live in 5, 4, 3, 2-! |
| «Ladies and gentleman, you are at Cafe, and who you have coming to the stage is |
| none other than B.o.B!» |
| («B-o who?» «What?» «Who's that?» «Who the fuck is that?» «I don’t know who |
| that it is.» |
| «What's B.o.B»") |
| «Aha, I mean. |
| Ha. |
| See, I ain’t really got shit to say, but look. |
| How y’all doing to night?» |
| («Nobody care what you got to say, nigga!» «Nigga say something!» «Boo! |
| ««Boo nigga.» |
| «Don't nobody fuck with that nigga music, don’t nobody fuck |
| with that nigga lyrics!» |
| «Boo!» |
| «Get off the stage.» |
| «Fuck you nigga, |
| get of the stage!» |
| «Don't nobody give a damn! |
| Ah. |
| shit» «Nobody give a damn! |
| ««Lame-ass nigga! |
| Hoe-ass nigga, dawg! |
| Fuck that nigga!») |
| «I got a little song, wrote it on the way over here, but check it out.» |
| I know I’m left field to you, field to you, field to you |
| But don’t it sound so real to you, real to you, real to you |
| Tell me how it feel to you, feel to you, feel to you |
| Now don’t it feel lovely? |
| (Aha, aha) (Don't it feel lovely?) |
| Now don’t it sound lovely? |
| (Now don’t it sound lovely?) |
| I agree |
| I’m playing at the left |
| Was raised up in Decatur, so I’m straight up out the deck |
| And G.A. |
| is all I rep, so they say that I’m obsessed |
| I grew up in the struggle so maybe I’m depressed |
| But being in the struggle is what gave me my success |
| This ain’t your imagination, I ain’t fakin it unless |
| I don’t mean what I say, but what I say is what I stress |
| And I ain’t really Catholic but, daily, I confess |
| I ain’t a Christian rapper or a civil activist |
| But everybody feel me cause I say the realist shit |
| I see why haters get all mad, I don’t brag |
| So here’s what I got to offer: |
| Words of wisdom so that you can get your money taller |
| I’m lovely like the left field |
| I know I ain’t around, shorty, but I rep still |
| Don’t get to thinking that I’m different, because a record deal |
| Turning Hollywood, come on — is that real? |
| And still, I got alot of agony and stress on my chest |
| Cause the world ain’t right, so I gotta come left |
| I’m a keep it one hunnid till the day that I rest |
| So take a deep breath, I guess |