Songtexte von B.o.B. (Bobby Ray)

You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat, man I be in the street, it's done so effortlessly

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now...