• 標題:Forever
  • 歌手:B.o.B.
  • 專輯:Underground Luxury
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    Forever - B.o.B.
    Nothing is forever easy

    So til I die I’ll be forever livin
    Started with my pockets slim
    (Started with my pockets slim)
    Now I got a lot of M’s
    They see me and they know it’s him
    Oh they oh they know it’s him
    I’m so high I don’t even get high no more
    I’m so fly I don’t even let it down no more
    I’m so out there I’m going up no more
    Niggas still hate and
    I don’t even know why no more
    I don’t know why, I don’t know why
    These niggas lame and I don’t know why
    We ain’t the same and I don’t know why
    'Cause nothing is forever easy
    No, nothing is forever easy
    Motherfuck your opinion
    show you where you can stick it
    I swear the worse than these bitches
    all these niggas got feelings
    They say I got too many women,
    I’m just keepin it pimpin
    The way she mastered that P
    I guess she keep it no limit
    Now watch get in it, super gold ceiling
    smoking on ignorant
    Me I’m so different
    I just stand out
    these niggas be blending in
    They say I'm too hot, they say
    I’m too hood
    now that’s a predicament
    But as you can see the path that I'm on
    success is just imminent
    But at least I know
    I’m gonna learn
    And I know I know
    I got my work
    You see these niggas out there
    and they sho is lurkin
    'Cus this life ain’t fair
    and it sure ain’t perfect
    I don’t know why
    These niggas lame and
    We ain’t the same and
    I’m sure this fuckin television
    Yea, everybody talk like they so cold
    But when this shit jump off
    they ain’t cares no more
    I’m a white French like east side bro
    And all my black friends you know them
    They be like fuck them lyin ass hoes
    Maybe ask for double
    So why they hatin I don’t have a clue
    Niggas wanna brag about money?
    Guess what nigga, we got money too
    Tre boy, Playboy
    You can call me Christmas dad
    And if yo freak wanna try to jump down
    I’mma keep puffin that lilly pad