B.o.B play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B*
Well it's B.o.B, flyer
Than a stewardess
Fresh to death like
I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded
My flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to
After school tutor it
Ballin' on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill
Where the cooler is
Dr J flow, you can call me Julius
Y'all take shots
I direct, movie s**t
Grand Hustle champion
All I do is ball 'em up
Ni**as startin' conversations
Just so they can talk us up
If you ain't runnin' s**t
You can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill blunt wider
Tthan a coffee cup
You know it's B.o.B
I do this for the people
Stackin' notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Uhm, I'm killin' 'em mama
I'm talkin' hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so long
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
So far away there ain't
No signal on my phone
Cause I'm a star
So when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would've thought
I would've took it this far
Play the guitar...
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
3000 Play the guitar 3000 play the guitar
3000 Play the guitar...
Andre 3000*
Man, I keep havin'
This reoccurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B
With this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts
It's like he own it
We at the corner of give it to 'em
And they don't want it
We out somewhere and me in Europe
They out here yawnin'
My ni**as threw out way too much jewelry
My chain lonely...
But they don't know about black pearls
But I will show them...
Why the world sleepin' on black girls
Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumpin out the jungle
Blowin' tiger stripe bubbles
With Go To Hell bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle
Got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble
But do not understand...
When they leave mumbles
To make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will know
I put on my pants
One leg at a time...
Like they do pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it
It takes us more time...
Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist
Accordin' to the internet
3000 got a big old dictionary full of words
He must know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin
And that ain't true but...
You give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk
Why I ain't gotta say s**t
And I encourage any child
To pick up some instrument
Cuz if you're mad at your dad or mum
You can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn
By the time you're done
You will finally realize
That they meant you no harm
They was tryin' to save
Your crazy a** from what's to come
3000 muthaf**ka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin'
My partner say I should
Practice more I know..
They be saying I sound
Like I'm out of tune...
I ask them, do you cry in tune ni**a
Do you laugh in tune...
3000 Play the guitar 3000 play the guitar
3000 play the guitar...
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar B.o.B play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar...
3000 play the guitar...
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
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