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Bob - Thats How You Feel Lyrics

That’s How You Feel
I don't waste time wit' you fake kind
Hustle all day 'til it's playtime
Motherfucker, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine
Cause ain't shit free, I'm a make mine
So many rumors through the grapevines, I could make wine
But last night was a good night, the great kind
I give a bitch sixty minutes, call it Dateline
Straight up and down, I'm a '80s baby, I smoke eight dimes
Look, I don't ask no questions, I don't wait for answers
Born in Cackalacky, but I'm so Atlanta
I want a freak bitch wit' good table manners
Half college girl, half table dancer
Who can see through all of these lies
She sees through all of this propaganda
Seen alcohol take lives and marijuana cure a lady's cancer
That's free publicity, ain't it? But it ain't no mystery, ain't it?
I work 24/7, nonstop, I think I deserve to be medicinally faded
I think I deserve to get wasted, I think I deserve a vacation
I spent a couple grips on this whip
Shit, I think I deserve to repaint it, f*** it
I don't waste time wit' you fake kind
Hustle all day 'til it's playtime
Motherfucker, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine
Cause ain't shit free, I'm a make mine
'Member I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine
I'm a take mine for sure, motherfuc***, I'm a take mine
I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine cause ain't shit free
So I'm a make mine
That's how you feel, that's how you feel
That's how you feel, that's how you feel
That's how you feel, that's how you feel
That's how you feel, that's how you feel
Hook
I find it funny you say you changed the game
But without the South, you wouldn't even have a lane
You'd still be average name, it don't take half a brain
But, see, i just stunt cause I want to
I don't even have to have a chain
I don't even have to have a (-)
I just throw these ones cause I want to
Niggas get mad at me
Cause this lifestyle I live is out of they budget
Well, I guess it's why they be grudgin'
I just grab my glasses, say, 'Fuck it'
Then I light that gas, tear that big old gal
Then put that ass in my bucket, I'm dippin'
And I tell 'em where I'm goin'
But wherever B.o.B at, it's some bad bitches for 'em
It's really just the norm
I don't even see the haters, I just learn to ignore 'em
Fuck a hip-hop forum, if I ain't on your list, I take no offense
Killin' every lane, y'all strugglin' to fit
I don't ever look back, I've been killin' ever since, that's clear