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[Chorus: 2x - Hayley]
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I could use a dream or a Jeanie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin and smashin and crashin

[Chorus:]
We'll I was in the studio
But I couldn't hit the notes
I could've got a vocal coach
But I ain't want no vocal coach
Then someone showed me this plug-in
So you can't hear the notes i miss
So I don't need no vocalist

I really don’t know how long I’ve been doing this sh-t
I guess 2010′s the first year you gave a sh-t
I was the underdog so please excuse me a bit
I need some space some please someone make me some room in this bitch

cause I’m in Beast mode, beast mode
give me those beats I eat those
all day I don’t sleep no

Sometimes I don't wanna die
Sometimes I don't wanna live
Sometimes she be regular
Sometimes on the black mirror
She's so fine
Fine
Fine
Fine

CHORUS
Well it was just a dream
Just a moment ago
I was up so high, looking down at the sky
Don’t let me fall
I was shooting for stars on a Saturday night
They say what goes up must come down
But don’t let me fall

Nothing is forever is it?
Nothing is forever is it?
Nothing is forever is it?
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

Skulls and crossbones and death bandanas
A liqueur store in every corner in Atlanta
Cops riding round tossing niggas in the slammer
Tell me what's wrong I could really use some answers
Nowadays everybody wants to be a rapper
About two years ago everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is what everybody's after
Cos slavery ain't changed it's a modern day disaster

Man, I'm about to get right
Man, I'm about to get right
Trip, trip, dead light

Everybody, get right
I'm about to get right
Everybody, get right
I'm about to get right

Tell me where am I supposed to go?
And who am I supposed to believe.
If only you knew what I knew.
Then you could see just what I see.

[Chorus:]
So I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go.
Cause everything ain't what I used to know.

Tell me where am I supposed to go?
And who am I supposed to believe.
If only you knew what I knew.
Then you could see just what I see.

[Chorus:]
So I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go.
Cause everything ain't what I used to know.

(B.o.B.) cut the check, man
Bob how u do that
How how how u do that
Bob Bob how u do that
And and they left (they be like)
(B!) how you do that (yo what's up)
How how how you do that
Bob Bob how you do that

[2x:]
I'll be in the sky
I'll be there
Ooh all right

I'll be in the sky

[2x:]

B.o.B - John Doe (feat. Priscilla) текст

[Intro: Priscilla Renea]
Seems like your heart stops working
The minute they close the curtain
And take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks you're taking a small break

Goodbye, my love
The country is in need of me
And I heard there were signs for war
So I'm goin' overseas

So don't cry, my love
The skies above will cry for you
And I'll be safe so hold belief

Maybe one day we can go
Hand in hand down a golden road
And if i get there before you go ill be waiting At the door
In the future hopefully
Well be together you and me
Don't you worry baby please 'cause honestly

[chorus]

Beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi
and i might say hey
but you shouldn't worry
about what they say

Maybe one day we can go
Hand in hand down a golden road
And if i get there before you go ill be waiting At the door
In the future hopefully
Well be together you and me
Don't you worry baby please 'cause honestly

[chorus]

You don't know who you f***ing 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 s***, no, this ain't that double mint

[Hook]
How much must I repeat?
We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us

(You don't use uh, you don't use narcotics)
(Do you Bob?)

All that smokin' can't be safe
All real niggas can relate
Too much commas in the safe
Too much drama in the way
Ain't no mixers in my drink

Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, come closer
(Come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass

Drinking a German beer with a cuban cigar
In the middle of Paris with a dominican bar,
Great head on her shoulders,
She probably studied abroad,
She transferred to Harvard, from King's College in March.
She says that I'm her favorite
Cause she admires the art of Michelangelo with the flow,
Picasso with the bars.

Yes,I feel the end,the end is close,
The same thing happened eons ago,
To know exactly you have to read up some more,
Everyday technology speeds up some more
As is above,so is below,
Some feel the heat,Yeah, some feel the cold,
We are the souls, Yes, We have been chose,
Some roll with angels and demons and ghosts,