B.o.B, Playboy Tre - Campaign lyrics
[B.o.B, Playboy Tre - Campaign lyrics]
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed
I say my mixtape's better than your album
How come? Really
You were better off without one
Sideline haters
They can’t tolerate the outcome
You're the runner-up type
Me they cannot outrun
Sit your whack-ass down
Calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium
Now DJ crank the volume tell her like
"Keep your head steady I’m about done"
Passed out, please
Don’t wake me up until the ounce comes
I’m in the hood like an Obama sticker
I’m from the hood
You're a neighborhood watch nigga
I'll fall through with a "made you look"
Watch nigga
Pissing niggas off like swastikas
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed
I'm campaigning with my Ace
He just beat a case
So we've got liquor by the crates
Yelling "fuck the state"
I guess that you can say it’s fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody's always shooting
But don’t nobody know we shot ‘em
I just pray the angels got him
I hope the Lord embrace him
I swear to y'all, the streets are Hell
That’s why I call my pistol Satan
If we don’t make it then it’s
Back to doing Devilish things
Now tell that freak to drop it
Lower than her self esteem
Death to my opponents
This is my crowning moment
The life we livin' can't be rented boy
You gotta own it
I’m feelin lethal, sipping Brandy
That Moesha you saw that buzz uppercut
That's how the flow will treat ya
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed
I say my mixtape's better than your album
How come? Really
You were better off without one
Sideline haters
They can’t tolerate the outcome
You're the runner-up type
Me they cannot outrun
Sit your whack-ass down
Calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium
Now DJ crank the volume tell her like
"Keep your head steady I’m about done"
Passed out, please
Don’t wake me up until the ounce comes
I’m in the hood like an Obama sticker
I’m from the hood
You're a neighborhood watch nigga
I'll fall through with a "made you look"
Watch nigga
Pissing niggas off like swastikas
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed
I'm campaigning with my Ace
He just beat a case
So we've got liquor by the crates
Yelling "fuck the state"
I guess that you can say it’s fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody's always shooting
But don’t nobody know we shot ‘em
I just pray the angels got him
I hope the Lord embrace him
I swear to y'all, the streets are Hell
That’s why I call my pistol Satan
If we don’t make it then it’s
Back to doing Devilish things
Now tell that freak to drop it
Lower than her self esteem
Death to my opponents
This is my crowning moment
The life we livin' can't be rented boy
You gotta own it
I’m feelin lethal, sipping Brandy
That Moesha you saw that buzz uppercut
That's how the flow will treat ya
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t
Come the fast way chronic, chronic, chronic
Roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit
Welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed