• 標題:Paper Route
  • 歌手:B.o.B.
  • 專輯:Underground Luxury
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    Paper Route - B.o.B.
    You don't know who you fucking with
    Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
    This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
    And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling
    The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law
    Or make the government come after me in public
    Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing
    This ain't that bubble gum shit, no,
    this ain't that double mint
    Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em
    building pyramids brick by brick
    They'll aim at everyone going against this shit
    You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks

    It's like nobody else complains
    Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
    Cube already told you, they corrupted everything
    And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain
    A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground
    Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
    I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
    I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed
    Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
    And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans
    Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40
    Is our views on reality kinda distorted
    But still, even though I understand the story
    I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate
    On the and short bitch, so what's the score?
    Chilling with some , drinking white man's poison
    Ah, now that's a forfeit
    Selling for free, that's extortion
    But still I'm wondering
    You think you really know what's going on?
    They passing laws where they can run up in your own home
    Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
    The battery don't come out, that means it's always on
    Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you
    I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watches
    If you don't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars
    ain't no Mr. Rogers
    Don't let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rights
    And you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right"
    Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?
    Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?
    Think twice...