Bob - That's How You Feel lyrics

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Bob - That's How You Feel lyrics

[Intro] I don't waste time wit' you fake kind Hustle all day 'til it's playtime Motherf**er, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine Cause ain't sh** free, I'm a make mine [Verse 1] So many rumors through the grapevines, I could make wine But last night was a good night, the great kind I give a b**h sixty minutes, call it dateline Straight up and down, I'm a '80s baby, I smoke eight dimes Look, I don't ask no questions, I don't wait for answers Born in Cackalacky, but I'm so Atlant' I want a free b**h wit' good table manners Half college girl, half table dancer Who can see through all of these lies She sees through all of this propaganda Seen alcohol take lives and marijuana cure a lady's cancer That's free publicity, ain't it? But it ain't no mystery, ain't it? I work 24/7, nonstop, I think I deserve to be medicinally faded I think I deserve to get wasted, I think I deserve a vacation I spent a couple grips on this whip sh**, I think I deserve to repaint it [Hook] I don't waste time wit' you fake kind Hustle all day 'til it's playtime Motherf**er, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine Cause ain't sh** free, I'm a make mine 'Member I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine I'm a take mine for sure, motherf**er, I'm a take mine I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine cause ain't sh** free So I'm a make mine [Bridge] That's how you feel, that's how you feel That's how you feel, that's how you feel That's how you feel, that's how you feel That's how you feel, that's how you feel [Hook] [Verse 2] I find it funny you say you changed the game But without the South, you wouldn't even have a lame You'd still be average name, it don't take half a brain But, see, i just stunt cause I want to I don't even have to have a chain I don't even have to have a (-) I just throw these ones cause I want to n***as get mad at me Cause this lifestyle I live is out of they budget Well, I guess it's why they be grudgin' I just grab my gla**es, say, 'f** it' Then I light that gas, tear that big old gal Then put that a** in my bucket, I'm dippin' And I tell 'em where I'm goin' But wherever B.o.B at, it's some bad b**hes for 'em It's really just the norm I don't even see the haters, I just learn to ignore 'em f** a hip-hop forum, if I ain't on your list, I take no offense k**in' every lane, y'all strugglin' to fit I don't ever look back, I've been k**in' ever since, that's clear

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