Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forever, artist - B.o.B. Album song Underground Luxury, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Grand hustle, Rebel Rock
Song language: English
Forever |
Nothing is forever is it? |
Nothing is forever is it? |
Nothing is forever is it? |
So until I die, I’ll be forever livin' |
Started with my pockets slim |
Now I got a lot of 'M's |
They see me and they know it’s him |
Oh they oh they know it’s him |
I’m so high, I don’t even get high no more |
I’m so fly, I don’t even look down no more |
I’m so out there, I’m not going out no more |
Niggas still hate, I don’t even know why no more |
I don’t know why, I don’t know why |
These niggas lame and I don’t know why |
I don’t know why, I don’t know why |
We ain’t the same and I don’t know why |
Motherfuck your opinion |
I’ll show you where you can stick it |
I swear they worse than these bitches, all these niggas got feelings |
They say I got too many women but I’m just keepin it pimpin |
The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it No Limit |
Now watch me get ignorant, roof with no ceiling, smoking on «Hilary» |
Me, I’m so different, I just stand out, these niggas be blending in |
They say I’m too «pop,» they say I’m too «hood» |
Now that’s a predicament |
But as you can see: The path that I’m on, success is just imminent |
But at least I know I’m on alert |
And I know I know I’ve got my worth |
You see there’s snakes out there and they sure are lurkin' |
Because this life ain’t fair and it sure ain’t perfect |
Nothing is forever is it? |
It sure as fuck ain’t television |
Nothing is forever is it? |
So until I die, I’ll be forever livin' |
Yeah, everybody’s talking like they’re so cold |
But when this shit jumps off, they ain’t tough no more |
All my white friends are like: «You soft bro!» |
And all my black friends, you know them |
They be like: «Fuck them lying-ass hoes!» |
Nothing lasts forever, so why are they hating? |
I don’t have a clue, nigga’s wanna brag about money? |
Guess what nigga: We’ve got money too |
Treboy, Playboy, you can call me Christian’s dad |
And if you freak wanna try to jump down |
I’mma leap off of that lilly pad |