B.o.B - Play the Guitar

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play the guitar

(, , , ) play the guitar

play the guitar

(, , , ) play the guitar

Well it’s , flyer than a stewardess

Fresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogy

My outfit’s retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb

I’ll probably need to after school tutor it

Balling on beats got hops like breweries

Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is

Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius

Y’all take shots, I direct, movie shit

Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ‘em up

Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up

If you ain’t running shit you can’t even walk with us

Still I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cup

You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people

Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo

Uhm–, I’m killing ‘em mama, I’m talking hockey mask

I do it to death, swag on body bag

This beat is out of here, it’s gone

Farewell, so long, so long

I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone

So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone

Cuz I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers

Everybody knows who you are

Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far?

Play the guitar

Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar

(, , , ) play the guitar

(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar

(3000) Play the guitar

Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I’m

Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar

Looked over and I see with this strange cigar

He’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it’s like he own it

We at the corner of “Give It To ‘Em” and “They Don’t Want It”

We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning

My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely

But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them

“Why the world sleeping on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man

Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle

Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with “Go To Hell” bubblegum

When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone

And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand

When they leave mumbles to make ‘em throw up they arms and hands

Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants

One leg at a time, like they do pay us no mind

But everybody look at why we do it, it takes us more time

Excuse me if I’m no exhibitionist according to the internet

3000 got a big old dictionary full of words

He must know how to use ‘em

It also says I play the violin and that ain’t true but

You give me six strings and a pick

And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain’t gotta say shit

And I encourage any [child](undefined) to pick up some instrument

Cuz if you’re mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum

Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you’re done

You will finally realize that they meant you no harm

They was trying to [save](undefined) your crazy ass from what’s to come

3000 muthaf-cka “Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin”

And my partner say I should practice more – I know

They be saying I sound like I’m out of tune

I ask them – do you cry in tune nigga? do you laugh in tune?

Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar

(, , , ) play the guitar

(3000) Play the guitar

(, , , ) play the guitar