[Verse 1: B.o.B] Do-Do-Do Hello Neighbors Wake up now or say your prayers Put it down your newspaper Hello there bad news anchor We don't want no more
Well you know who it is you ain't even got to ask it I am not the best I am the next level past it [x3] Haters see me passing like damn that bastard (
(Intro) yeuh, to all my smokers and my hundred blunt rollers no no no no im talkin bout real tokers who aint never ever sober hahaha sober! ahhhhh yeuh
[Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well
[Verse 1:] B.o.B Uno is my Numeral They said hip hop was stacked I must have missed the funeral Well see what happen was They started assuming stuff Cause
and there you are standing all alone, in the rain like oh no, and you dont know where to go, cause your in the rain, and and there you are standing all
I walked with you and talked with you And held your loving hand We loved awhile, I lived awhile And thought that fate had a plan Ah, but someone stole
Tears In May Whispering voices in the night Speaking to me of the mystery of love In the twilight of my mind I can see the shadows of death Tears in
, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hand She's drinkin' away her troubles She's a-courtin' another man Last time I saw little Maggie
may 26 is a day not to be missed no more lies just the big fat dis our shit is history no more misery or sick trickery or the current bribery for both
When I was small and Christmas trees were tall We used to love while others used to play Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by Someone else moved
Church bells may ring And surely darling the angels will sing I'll tell you darling you're the queen of my throne You should have known, sweetheart, sweetheart
Rita May, Rita May You got your body in the way You're so damn nonchalant But it's your mind that I want You got me huffin' and a-puffin' Next to you
makes me scrub the floor Now I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine Pretty flowers are made for blooming Pretty stars are made to shine Pretty girls are made for boy's love Little Maggie
Close your eyes and roll a dice Under the board there's a compromise If after all we only live twice Which life's the run road to paradise Don't say
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot Three good buddies were laughing and smoking
Tears in May Aaahh Whispering voices in the night Speaking to me of the mystery of love In the twilight of my mind I can see the shadows of death