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B.o.B

Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr. (born November 15, 1988), better known by his stage name B.o.B, is an American hip hop recording artist, singer-songwriter and record producer from Decatur, Georgia. He is currently signed under the labels of Grand Hustle Records, Rebel Rock Entertainment, and Atlantic Records. After his debut single "Nothin' on You" reached number one in both the United States and the United Kingdom, B.o.B rose to fame. He released his second single, "Airplanes", which also peaked at number one in the United Kingdom and at number two in the US. His third single, "Magic", became B.o.B's third consecutive top ten hit on the Billboard Hot 100. B.o.B was named the ninth Hottest MC in the Game of 2010 by MTV. On April 27, 2010 his debut album, B.o.B Present… more »

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Sometimes I get high to free my mind
Is that alright?
Right right right right
Sometimes I get drunk, to past the time
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Right right right right

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Sometimes I get high to get you off my brain
Is that alright?
Right right right right
Sometimes I like to get wasted
Sometimes I like to get faded
Sometimes I like, what?
I forgot what I was finna say
Right right right right

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Before the hoes' ever noticing
Bank was broken, full of overages
Who's the foul mouth spoke of this?
My heart was cold, so emotionless
Here here here, I can't hear my own thoughts
Yeah yeah yeah, silence every phone call
Too much thinking, and too much time in the attic
Too much drink, and too much weed for my habit
Too much passion, and too much swag for the average
Don't need to explain if you can't change what happened
Oh, loose hand shakes and fake smiles
More knives in my back than a steakhouse
Feeling like Em in 8 Mile
Lose yourself right now, I'm spaced out
Friends pretending they ain't enemies
Haters be whispering 'cause they envious
Numb all the pain I got in my memories
Who got the pill that they had in Limitless?
And now who says, now who says I can't get stoned?
And who cares, who cares, who's right, who's wrong?
If you find and be clear, a new life with new air, a new flight with new stairs
You might move on, and get faded
You might move on, and upgrade it
You might move on, and just get that bullshit out of the way
Right right right right

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