B.o.B - Have Nots lyrics
[B.o.B - Have Nots lyrics]
We are the have nots who never had nothing
But learned to make something
Out of never having nothing at all
And you could have it all and
Feel you never need nothing
But he who loves nothing will
Never have nothing at all
And you could be a superstar
But still feel like an outlaw
And never need nothing at all
But still have an empty heart
When me and my sister was
Literally playin' in dirt
I can still see the smile on her face
In my head I can still see
The mud on my shirt
Fuckin' freezing my ass off at
Night with this match
Tryna get this lil' fire to work
And my mom just got fired from work
And meanwhile we was gettin' evicted
Our living condition was not ideal but
Some kinda way we learned
That growing up poor don't make you real
They don't want to see us happy
They just sell us Happy-Meals
So we throw these records on
It's the only thing that has appeal
And the sadness disappears
So what's up with us what to do with us
They don't know what to do
All they can do is call us thugs
Till they need they problem solve
Need someone to run they club
He who doesn't love what he
Has will never have enough
We are the have nots who never had nothing
But learned to make something
Out of never having nothing at all
And you could have it all and
Feel you never need nothing
But he who loves nothing will
Never have nothing at all
And you could be a superstar
But still feel like an outlaw
And never need nothing at all
But still have an empty heart
But learned to make something
Out of never having nothing at all
And you could have it all and
Feel you never need nothing
But he who loves nothing will
Never have nothing at all
And you could be a superstar
But still feel like an outlaw
And never need nothing at all
But still have an empty heart
When me and my sister was
Literally playin' in dirt
I can still see the smile on her face
In my head I can still see
The mud on my shirt
Fuckin' freezing my ass off at
Night with this match
Tryna get this lil' fire to work
And my mom just got fired from work
And meanwhile we was gettin' evicted
Our living condition was not ideal but
Some kinda way we learned
That growing up poor don't make you real
They don't want to see us happy
They just sell us Happy-Meals
So we throw these records on
It's the only thing that has appeal
And the sadness disappears
So what's up with us what to do with us
They don't know what to do
All they can do is call us thugs
Till they need they problem solve
Need someone to run they club
He who doesn't love what he
Has will never have enough
We are the have nots who never had nothing
But learned to make something
Out of never having nothing at all
And you could have it all and
Feel you never need nothing
But he who loves nothing will
Never have nothing at all
And you could be a superstar
But still feel like an outlaw
And never need nothing at all
But still have an empty heart