Fan Mail by B.O.B
Album : Ether
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-Hop/Rap

What’s up with this faggot?
Fuck is with this nigga?
Why is he still rapping?
He even wears the fashion
Shut us up to make him pop commercials smashes
That’s why people don’t take you seriously
That’s why we don’t wanna hear nothin’ you say
‘Cause you ain’t the man that you appear to be
No, nigga, seriously
We don’t wanna hear your conspiracies
And we don’t wanna hear your political views ’bout extraterrestrial activities
Look, nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon’ wait to decide?
You was kickin’ some dangerous lines
Now buyin’ your shit a waste of my time
Nigga, what’s up with you?
That’s why all my niggas don’t fuck with you
And that’s why we don’t come to your after parties
‘Cause we don’t wanna hang in the club with you
It’s only two types of niggas
A street nigga and a you type of nigga
All [?] type of nigga
Prolly born with a noose, it was boom type of nigga
A new type of nigga
A sell out surrounded by wealth
You should have been one of the greats
Now you just sound like everyone else

Ah, what are you doin’? What are you doin’?
You losin’ your cool, fan basin’ your viewers
Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music
Obviously you clueless, how I know? ‘Cause I’m Jewish
Oh, is that unruly? If I’ma say so, ruly
What if I stand on trial? What if I stand on jury?
What are we on TV? Who’s the judge? Judge Judy?
What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry?
Like I ain’t even know how the flow supposed to go
Like I ain’t even know how the show supposed to flow
Like I ain’t even know how the beat supposed to sound
Like I ain’t even know where the notes supposed to go
Like I ain’t even know how my soul’s supposed to feel
Like I ain’t supposed to win, like I ain’t supposed to glow
But you’ll never understand the way that I think
If you ain’t grow up with it, sold dope before
Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick
Oh, he’s nice for a black guy, oh, he’s smart for a rapper
Oh, that’s who he’s with? Oh, she’s cute for a black chick
Oh, he’s actually cool, I went to school with him actually
Actually, he could have has a masterpiece
Now it’s just a fuckin’ catastrophe
Anyway, get fists on a fire
Tell him send it over to Mastra

○ B.O.B – Ether (Album 2017)
01.  Fan Mail
02.  E.T.
03.  Middle Man
04.  Peace Piece
05.  Finesse
06.  Xantastic
07.  Tweakin
08.  4 Lit
09.  Substance Abuse
10.  Avalanche
11.  I Know
12.  Big Kids

○ Listen to “B.O.B” Songs

● ” Airplanes ”

[ Quotable ]
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I’m late
I’m on my way, so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that, then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night

● ” We Still In This Bitch ”

[ Quotable ]
In the air, one time for a nigga like me with a squad like this
With a team so strong with a flow so cold, ain’t nothing but some bad bitches in my clique
What’s up Eastside
We in this bitch
They think they seeing me
But they ain’t seen shit
Girls on the pole yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows wanna take my pic

● ” So Good ”

[ Quotable ]
Suffering from first class cabin fever
Five hour layovers from Norway to Egypt
I’m to the point like the pyramids of Giza
Still I’m to the left like the tower out in Pisa
I’m feeling single baby, I could use a feature
Swagger like Caesar, I’ll get you a visa
We can go to Italy, and maybe see the Colosseum
I’ll be Da Vinci if you’ll be my Mona Lisa
Now smile, and pack your bags real good, baby
Cause you’ll be gone for a while


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