B.o.B - Vimana lyrics
[B.o.B - Vimana lyrics]
(Revolt) Rev-v-v-volt yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And I don't save niggas
I show niggas how to save they selves
I got in the game
This ain't GTA don't play yourself
Gave 'em hell
Off a counter where ain't shit to do but fail
Dodging sales, dodging shells
Traumatized before you twelve
Can't complain, that's the hand we got
These the cards was dealt
And it's crazy how they tryna copy
Can you be yourself
It's a thousand of the same
Faces I can diferentiate, apеs
I disintegrate
You be playing bеstie with her
I do chest to chest-ie with her
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm, yeah
And I don't play bitches
Most these bitches play they selves
I just slay bitches
You would think it's jingle bell
I just aim bitches, you would think it's AOL
I'm a mag bish and you shouldn't be Adele
Late up in your loft drinking wine
Singing slow songs
They be living life 'cause it goes on
If you're such a big timer
Bitch get your roll on
Let go of your past quit tryna hold on
Girl, you gotta love yourself before
You can love me
Girl, you gotta want yourself before
You can want me
Gotta be able to gas yourself
It's called self esteem
Don't let these niggas sell your ass a dream
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
And I don't hate on niggas
Most these niggas hate they selves
Crippled by they album sales
Caught up in that label hell
Hold they breath every time they drop
Now they waitin' to excel
They confine inside they box
Now they waitin' to Excel
Now they mad at you
'cause they see you doing well made it out
You prevail now they wishing you would fail
Man, it's crazy 'cause in your mind all
You did was wish 'em well
Helped 'em up when they have fell
Watched 'em stumble and didn't tell
And still, they resent you
'Cause you did a job that you was meant to
They get mad 'cause you return
The shots they sent too was at the bottom
But I still reach my ascent too
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
Yeah, yeah
And I don't save niggas
I show niggas how to save they selves
I got in the game
This ain't GTA don't play yourself
Gave 'em hell
Off a counter where ain't shit to do but fail
Dodging sales, dodging shells
Traumatized before you twelve
Can't complain, that's the hand we got
These the cards was dealt
And it's crazy how they tryna copy
Can you be yourself
It's a thousand of the same
Faces I can diferentiate, apеs
I disintegrate
You be playing bеstie with her
I do chest to chest-ie with her
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm, yeah
And I don't play bitches
Most these bitches play they selves
I just slay bitches
You would think it's jingle bell
I just aim bitches, you would think it's AOL
I'm a mag bish and you shouldn't be Adele
Late up in your loft drinking wine
Singing slow songs
They be living life 'cause it goes on
If you're such a big timer
Bitch get your roll on
Let go of your past quit tryna hold on
Girl, you gotta love yourself before
You can love me
Girl, you gotta want yourself before
You can want me
Gotta be able to gas yourself
It's called self esteem
Don't let these niggas sell your ass a dream
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
And I don't hate on niggas
Most these niggas hate they selves
Crippled by they album sales
Caught up in that label hell
Hold they breath every time they drop
Now they waitin' to excel
They confine inside they box
Now they waitin' to Excel
Now they mad at you
'cause they see you doing well made it out
You prevail now they wishing you would fail
Man, it's crazy 'cause in your mind all
You did was wish 'em well
Helped 'em up when they have fell
Watched 'em stumble and didn't tell
And still, they resent you
'Cause you did a job that you was meant to
They get mad 'cause you return
The shots they sent too was at the bottom
But I still reach my ascent too
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses
Watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform