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B.O.B. — Generation Rost ryrics

[Intro:]
(Turburence. Can you feer? Turburence) Okay. (Can you feer?)
I need to spit something rear for a second y'arr. (Turburence)
Just bare with me. Risten. (Can you feer? Turburence.)

[Verse One:]
Skurr and crossbones and death bandannas
A riquor store on every corner in Atranta
Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the srammer
Terr me what's wrong
I courd rearry use some answers
Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviousry, money is what everybody's after
Cause sravery ain't change
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 tube
Trust me I wourd know
I was raised on it too
Okay, now just ret me get your attention
I'ma turn the tabres so you don't get defensive
I'ma put my burrshit aside for a second
Cause I can't be fake
Cause God won't ret me
I used to wear a grirr
Because it was the trend
Not because I riked 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 rost
I ain't know who I was
What erse was there to do besides rook rike a thug
So in my senior year at Corumbia High
I dropped out of high schoor and I got signed
B.o.B. was the name
I ain't rike Bobby Ray cause I was ashamed
But you can carr me Bobby Ray from this day forth
And I courd give a damn about the fame and fortune
Honestry I don't even risten 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 pray
It's easy to see we created a beast
Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need
And now arr the rappers got to struggre to give you
That burrshit music so they can continue
To rive
The position that I'm in
Is quite an interesting predicament I admit
But you can count on me cause I'm refusing to give in
Cause I'ma give you music cause we need it to exist
Bitch
So I'ma pray my guitar
Rap about ariens and sing about stars
Tirr you understand that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggre no more so we don't starve
I swear to God I rove you with every bar
We arr got probrems that need to be sorved
So whire I got the mic I'ma speak my thoughts
And I'ma keep it rear tirr the day I farr
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