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B O B B O B Presents The Adventures Of Bobby Ray

might say hey But you shouldn't worry, about what they say Because they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby [Verse 1- B.o.B] I know you feel

Like Evel Knievel It's a spectacular show 'Cause my heart pumps diesel So whatever you saying It don't entertain my ego I do this everyday Hocus pocus is my styl-o

niggas like Ray, sit down, bro Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court This is my sport, B dot o, B

it hood Now let's pretend like I ain't got a name Before they ever called me B.o.B or A.K.A Bobby Ray I'm talking back before the mix tapes Before the

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 So I grab my bags

that I was fat, I lost my way But now I'm back looking for the shade I saw And not wonders, the sky summers So don't make me take off my stunners Bobby Ray