Biography:
Bobby Ray Simmons (born November 15, 1988 in Decatur, Georgia, USA), better known by his stage name B.o.B, is a Grammy Award-nominated American rapper, singer and producer signed to T.I.'s Grand Hustle Label and Atlantic Records. In 2007 he released his debut EP, Eastside, and has since released another EP, 12th Dimension, and five mixtapes. His debut album, B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray, was released in April 2010 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200.
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Other songs:
- Airplanes
- Airplanes (ft. Hayley Williams and Eminem)
- Both Of Us
- Created A Monster
- I've Got The Magic In Me
- Lovelier Than You
- Magic
- Nothin' On You
- Nothing On You
- Satelitte
- So Good
- Airplanes (feat. Hayley Williams)
- Both Of Us (feat. Taylor Swift)
- Magic (feat. Rivers Cuomo)
- Nothin’ On You (feat. Bruno Mars)
- Airplanes Acoustic
- Back It Up For Bobby
- Blowing In The Wind
- Castles
- Chandelier
- Dont Let Me Fall
- Et
- Feet Dont Fail Me Now
- Finesse
- Ghost In The Machine
- Letters To Vietnam
- Lq
- Never Had It So Good
- No Mans Land
- Nobody Told Me
- Not For Long
- Nothin On You
- Past My Shades
- Pelikula
- Roll Up
- So Hard To Breathe
- The Kids
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[Hook: B.o.B]
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Am
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
C
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
Dm
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
Em
I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
Am
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
C
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar
Dm
Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
Em
Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a little off
Am
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
C
I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and cough
Dm
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
Em
I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards
Am
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51
C
Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom
Dm
Anti-gravity moon suit
Em
Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who
Am
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction
C
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure
Dm
Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors
Em
I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
Am
Yeah, so join the B.o.B hate fest
C
I would say "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex
Dm
Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye
Em
Rap god, I should have my own prayer line
Ay man, Ray Bans
[Hook: B.o.B]
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Am
Oh my god, it's the Martian
C
Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans
Dm
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em
Em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward
Am
But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin'
C
But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it
Dm
I don't phone home, I phone homies
Em
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment
Am
Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch
C
Homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
Dm
Gettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
Em
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a
Am
Different world's Dwayne Wayne
C
Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain
Dm
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane
Em
'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain Jane
Am
Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T
C
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deep
Dm
All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds
Em
Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Am
Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being
C
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)
Dm
I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fear
Em
And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here
Tunechi
[Hook: B.o.B]
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Am
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
C
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
Dm
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
Em
I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
Am
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
C
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar
Dm
Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
Em
Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a little off
Am
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
C
I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and cough
Dm
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
Em
I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards
Am
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51
C
Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom
Dm
Anti-gravity moon suit
Em
Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who
Am
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction
C
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure
Dm
Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors
Em
I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
Am
Yeah, so join the B.o.B hate fest
C
I would say "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex
Dm
Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye
Em
Rap god, I should have my own prayer line
Ay man, Ray Bans
[Hook: B.o.B]
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Am
Oh my god, it's the Martian
C
Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans
Dm
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em
Em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward
Am
But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin'
C
But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it
Dm
I don't phone home, I phone homies
Em
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment
Am
Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch
C
Homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
Dm
Gettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
Em
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a
Am
Different world's Dwayne Wayne
C
Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain
Dm
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane
Em
'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain Jane
Am
Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T
C
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deep
Dm
All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds
Em
Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Am
Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being
C
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)
Dm
I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fear
Em
And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here
Tunechi
[Hook: B.o.B]
Am
Like I don't belong
C
I feel like I don't belong
Dm
Like I don't belong
Em Am
Like a extra-terrestrial
C
Extraterrestrial, oh
Dm
Extraterrestrial
Em
Extraterrestrial, oh
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