Testo Bootstrap Paradox - B.o.B
Testo della canzone Bootstrap Paradox (B.o.B), tratta dall'album Space Time
Yea yea yea
Oh Cuz what you had said?
Oh yea
What you had said?
Cuz why? What?
Cuz what you had said?
What-What
What you had said
Thought I was faking
Thought I was fed
Thought I was sent here
Cuz I wasn't dead
Thought I was pandering
Cuz that's what you said
Strangers was pulling up
To my address
Like how the fuck did I get into this mess
I'm no entertainer I said what I said
Bitch I oblige
I can't decide
Who cut the bigger check
Alabama or the Tide
I ain't picking sides
Why you delete all yo Instagram posts?
Shit a nigga was tired
You act like the king of the jungle
But see cheetahs they always be lyin
I'm bout to roll up a cone haaaa
Smoke me some weed that's never been grown
I'm high a bitch goddamit I'm gone
Shit I'm higher than no man has gone
They say the real ones are dead or in jail
That's so disrespectful I'm standing right here
You smoking synthetic you bozo as hell
She Soda the Vibe I'm So to the Left
I go ape
I go monkey
Catalog big as One piece
Bogart the weed Humphrey
Who that bitch wit the dumpy?
Wait, I can't get distracted by the dumplings
I got a task that I'm accomplishing
I don't really brag bout my accomplishments
But it's time I establish my dominance
I go stupid
I go ape
Bitch I go hominid
Can't see me like Obama kids
My confidence
Is like the Abominable Snowman
Climbing Mount Everest in some moccasins
You a novice I am the opposite
I'm popping shit
Sup Fool
Hundred of niggaz is waiting
For yo motherfucking call
And they all talking shit about you right now
Hundred of niggaz is waiting
Hundred of niggax be patient
Niggaz be talking bout demon
Shit I promise you niggaz I'm Satan
Why would I come on yo show
For that bullshit I promise I ain't wit debating
Stacking Ciabatta
Um scrabble ya omelette
I ain't no amateur
Don't need no compliments
Don't sweat the consequence
My enemies cuddle
I'm like why all the hate I'm befuddled
Fuck fuck fuck
Buff niggaz
Trust anything but niggaz
Who can see me ain't a such nigga
Pass the Jay electron Nigga
Bitch I got properties in Decatur
I get under they skin exfoliator
I landed on earth
Explosions craters
Wit explosive anger
An outspoken nature
Um
I'm the original Him
My flows are like biblical hymns
You my identical twin
I went so far in the future
I'm back where creation begins
It's about time
I piss the whole world off again
But what is time but a construct
I come back around like a construct
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Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons, Tiffany Burgess
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