Fri, Aug 9, 2013 at 5:00 PM

Out of my mind

Wat's ur name B.O.B
So they callin u Bob
Stop Playin Nigga
You Know That Im Known For the bob
Couple hit songs got u thinkin
U a heart throb
Well this things so gud
Make a Nigga wanna sob (hmm hmm)
You dont need a feature
Nigga Im the feature
You gon be the priest
And imma be the preacher
U can be the he- man
Ima be the she-ra
U could be the grim
Ima be the reaper
We can pretend that airplanes
In the nite skies
R like shooting stars
U gon really need a wish rite now
When my goons come thru
And start shooting the stars
U know Im all about shoes and cars
Im kinda drunk off booze bacardi
I told baby when I get my new advance
Ima blow that muthafucker
On a blue bugatti
U know I graduated
Summa cum laude
Thats why they thinkin im illuminati
And matter fact
Lets kiss and make up
I'll help u escape on my blue ducati

  1. michcelDcarpenter avatar

    On Sat, Jun 7, 2014 at 1:13 AM, michcelDcarpenter said:

    Very good

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