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  • Текст песни B.o.B - Generation Lost

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    Skulls and crossbones and death bandanas
    A liqueur store in every corner in Atlanta
    Cops riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
    Tell me what's wrong I could really use some answers
    Nowadays everybody wants to be a rapper
    About two years ago everybody was a trapper
    Obviously money is what everybody's after
    Cos slavery ain't changed it's a modern day disaster
    Now these are my words from me to you
    Everything you do from your shades to your shoes
    From your chains to your coupe came from the two
    Trust me I would know I was raised on the two
    Ok, now let me just get your attention
    Imma turn the tables so you don't get defensive
    Imma put my bullshit aside for a second
    Cos I cant be fake, cos God won't let me
    I used to wear a grill because it was the trend
    Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in
    Then I got Eastside tatted on my skin
    And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big
    But I was lost, I ain't know who I was
    What else was there to do besides look like a thug

    So in my senior year at Columbia High
    I dropped out of High School when I got signed
    B.o.B was the name, I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
    But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
    I could give a damn about the fame and fortune
    Honestly I don't even listen to rap
    'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap
    And if you make good music that's okay, but
    On the radio that they don't play
    Its easy to see we created a beast
    'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need
    And now all the rappers got a stoller to give you
    That bullshit music so they can continue to live
    The position that I'm in is quite an interesting predicament I will admit
    But you can count on me cos I'm refusing to give in
    'Cause Imma give you music cos we need it to exist, bitch
    So imma play my guitar, rap about aliens and sing about stars
    Til you understand that's what we are
    So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve
    I swear to God I love you with every bar
    We all got problems that need to be solved
    So while I got the mic Imma speak my thoughts
    And Imma keep it real til the day I fall

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