Lletres: B.O.B.. Hi! My Name Is B.o.B. Left Field.

I know I'm that
Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya
But don't it sound so
Real-to-ya, real-to-ya, real-to-ya
Tell me how it
Feel-to-you, feel-to-you, feel-to-you
Now don't it feel lovely? [x2]
Now don't it sound lovely? [x2]
I agree
I'm playing out the left
Was raised in the dekatour
So I'm straight out the deck
And G.A. is all I rep
And so they say that I'm obsessed
I grew up in the struggle so
Maybe I'm depressed
But being in the struggle is what
Gave me my success
They say your imagination
I ain't fakin it unless
I don't mean what I say
But what I say is what I stress
And I ain't really catholic but
Daily I confess
I ain't a Christian rapper or a civil activist
But everybody feel me because I say the realist shit
I see why haters get all mad I don't brag
So here is what I got to offer
Words of wisdom so that you can get your money altered
I know I'm that
Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya
But don't it sound so
Real-to-ya, real-to-ya, real-to-ya
Tell me how it
Feel-to-you, feel-to-you, feel-to-you
Now don't it feel lovely? [x2]
Now don't it sound lovely? [x2]
Ah ha
I'm lovely like the left field
I know I ain't around shorty I rep still
Don't get to thinkin that I'm different
Because of the record deal
Turn hollywood, c'mon is that real?
And still I got alot of agony
And stress on my chest
Cause the world ain't right
So I gotta come left
I'm a keep it one [? ] to the day that I rest
So take a deep breath, I guess.
I know I'm that
Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya, Feel-to-ya
But don't it sound so
Real-to-ya, real-to-ya, real-to-ya (ah huh)
Tell me how it
Feel-to-you, feel-to-you, feel-to-you
Now don't it feel lovely? [x2]
Now don't it sound lovely? [x2]