K-POP Lyrics Song

B.o.BGeneration Lost

Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Okay
I need to spit
real for a second y'all
Just bare with me
Listen
Skull and crossbones and
death bandannas
a liquor store on every corner
in Atlanta
Cops ridin around tossin
niggas in the slammer
Tell me what's wrong
I could really use some answers
Now a days everybody
wants to be a rapper
About two years ago
everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is
what everybody's after
Cause slavery ain't change
It's a modern day disaster
Now these are my words
from me to you
Everything you do from your
shades to your shoes
From your chains to your Coupe
Came from the tube
Trust me I would know
I was raised on it too
Okay
now just let me get your attention
I'm a turn the tables
so you don't get defensive
I'm a put my bull
shit aside for a second
Cause I can't be fake
Cause God won't let me
I used to wear a grill
Because it was the trend
Not because I liked it
I just wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside
tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads
but my hair was too big
But I was lost
I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do besides
look like a thug
So in my senior year at
Columbia High
I dropped out of high school and
I got signed
B o B was the name
I ain't like Bobby Ray
cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray
from this day forth
I could give a damn about the
fame and fortune
Honestly I don't even listen to rap
Cause when I turn the radio
on out comes crap
And if you make good
music that's okay
But on the radio
that they don't play
It's easy to see
we created a beast
Cause everybody wants to hear
what they don't need
And now all the rappers got to
struggle to give you
That bull shit music
so they can continue To live
The position that I'm in
Is quite an
interesting predicament I admit
But you can count on me
cause I'm refusing to give in
Cause I'm a give you music
cause we need it to exist
Bitch So I'm a play my guitar
Rap about aliens and sing about stars
Till you understand
that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no more
so we don't starve
I swear to God I love you
with every bar
We all got problems that
need to be solved
So while I got the mic
I'm a speak my thoughts
And I'm a keep it real
till the day I fall
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence

Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Okay
I need to spit
real for a second y'all
Just bare with me
Listen
Skull and crossbones and
death bandannas
a liquor store on every corner
in Atlanta
Cops ridin around tossin
niggas in the slammer
Tell me what's wrong
I could really use some answers
Now a days everybody
wants to be a rapper
About two years ago
everybody was a trapper
Obviously money is
what everybody's after
Cause slavery ain't change
It's a modern day disaster
Now these are my words
from me to you
Everything you do from your
shades to your shoes
From your chains to your Coupe
Came from the tube
Trust me I would know
I was raised on it too
Okay
now just let me get your attention
I'm a turn the tables
so you don't get defensive
I'm a put my bull
shit aside for a second
Cause I can't be fake
Cause God won't let me
I used to wear a grill
Because it was the trend
Not because I liked it
I just wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside
tatted on my skin
And I tried to get dreads
but my hair was too big
But I was lost
I ain't know who I was
What else was there to do besides
look like a thug
So in my senior year at
Columbia High
I dropped out of high school and
I got signed
B o B was the name
I ain't like Bobby Ray
cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray
from this day forth
I could give a damn about the
fame and fortune
Honestly I don't even listen to rap
Cause when I turn the radio
on out comes crap
And if you make good
music that's okay
But on the radio
that they don't play
It's easy to see
we created a beast
Cause everybody wants to hear
what they don't need
And now all the rappers got to
struggle to give you
That bull shit music
so they can continue To live
The position that I'm in
Is quite an
interesting predicament I admit
But you can count on me
cause I'm refusing to give in
Cause I'm a give you music
cause we need it to exist
Bitch So I'm a play my guitar
Rap about aliens and sing about stars
Till you understand
that's what we are
So we ain't got to struggle no more
so we don't starve
I swear to God I love you
with every bar
We all got problems that
need to be solved
So while I got the mic
I'm a speak my thoughts
And I'm a keep it real
till the day I fall
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence
Can you feel Turbulence

B.o.B Search: B.o.B