Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Provo King, artist - B.o.B. Album song New Black, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Genre
Song language: English
Provo King |
| I am the provo king, the leader of the unknown beings |
| I am exactly what the fuck you’re thinkin' provo means |
| The line I walk is thinner than a fuckin' yo-yo string |
| So what the fuck is crazy? |
| For me there’s no such thing |
| So much emotion, I can sense it but it’s so unseen |
| Cause when the other side is callin', your phone don’t ring |
| You know what my logo means, wear more than some Polo jeans |
| Somethin', somethin', somethin', virtuoso dreams |
| The tubes is knockin', you pillow talkin in red, white and blue pajamas |
| Sometimes I’m super honest, cause I can’t be who you want me to be |
| Or how they want me to speak |
| Yeah I’m a free thinker, that’s why they’re comin' for me |
| Yeah you niggas asleep, that’s why I’m callin' you sheep |
| Deep fry your mind, you a human omelette with cheese |
| The all seein' eye, the beast monitors me |
| Your mama, your daddy, your auntie, your uncle, your neice |
| And a nigga came up, lookin' in the street lights |
| Tryna dodge a gun, and the judge and police lights |
| We out here starvin' tryna find a way to eat right |
| 'Bout to touch the sky, let a nigga get his feet right |
| Nigga came up, nigga came up |
| I said a nigga came up, a nigga came up |
| A nigga came up, lookin' at the street lights |
| Tryna survive another night on the east side |
| And we out here starvin' tryna find a way to eat right |
| 'Bout to touch the sky, let a nigga get his feet right |
| A nigga came up, a nigga came up |
| I said a nigga came up, a nigga came up |
| Redeem myself for who? |
| Redeem myself for you? |
| Redeem myself for your squad? |
| Redeem myself for your crew? |
| I’m tradin' blows with a giant, I’m in the ring with a deuce |
| I broke myself out the chains, I cut myself out the noose |
| So fuck your slanted review, you write at home in your room |
| So busy spreadin' the hate, you end up missin' the truth |
| You mothafuckas can shove it, I never back down for nothin' |
| The man got his hand up your pants, you just a puppet |
| I’m throwin' a fit and fussin' cause niggas killin' their cousin |
| Make it worse, he just a kid, kid of your mama’s brother |
| Ask the world, can I live, live, live? |
| No discussion |
| 'Fore they put you in the picture, first they gotta check the color |
| Where are your rights that get left in the dust? |
| They get the cheese and don’t throw us the crust |
| Plus sayin' please doesn’t make it a must |
| So we get strapped, give me buck or I bust |
| Dark skinned nigga, light skinned nigga |
| Don’t mean shit when the light man hit yah |
| I said dark skinned nigga, light skinned nigga |
| See you on the news, hope your white friends miss you |
| Cause a nigga came up |