Behind Ya Back Purple Mountain Songtext
von B.o.B

I′m on some shit, I'm on some shit
I don′t want a bitch that don't wanna bitch
She been at the gym, eating humus and shit
She crushin' on me ′cause I′m conscious and shit


Bitch ain't no time so I′m straight for it
Throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't ′bout it then don't come
I know I′m the shit cause I'm on one
Finna nose grind like a skateboard
That's your bitch? Well I ain′t sure
You a square, nigga, there′s a name for it
You were four sided hoe shape boy
Niggas act like they don't know
Where I′m coming from
Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay
Away from ratchet shit like I ain′t from the slums
Niggas act like they don't see me but
They always keep my fuckin′ letters on they tongue
Internet thugs online but they scary
M. Night Shyamalan
Niggas claim they want my conscious
Lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it
Niggas act like they gon' hold you down
But when you need a favor where they hiding?
Bitches act like they ain′t hoeing every
Time another hoe is right beside ′em
Yeah we fucked, so what bitch?
Go and tell the whole hood about it
You a turkey ass jive bitch
Hope you die bitch sucking five dicks at a time
Ain't got no type bitch, got a wife
Bitch and a white bitch, bitch I′m fine
Why deez nigga- why deez nigga-
Why deez niggas lyin'?
And these niggas ain′t loyal either
All these niggas droppin' dimes
Bandz

Y′all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I′m on some shit, I′m on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon′ strip
I throw all my money like I'm in
Love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch


Look what I gotta do to get respect
That′s why I got my boot all in your neck
That's why I never ball without the check
Often I get so bored I get depressed
Nowadays it′s every man for himself
That's why my loyalty is with the set
I don't know why these niggas fake cool
When they get to actin′ I get perplexed
I′m dishonest man and I must confess
I like nigga shit and I like to flex
On my hippie shit, just lost in my head
I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was
I like bitches and I like to get fresh
How the fuck did Bobby Ray get corrupt
Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself
And all they can say is you changed
Say that you changed
And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame
Remember me right, remember me right
On the day of my death I′mma jump in
My grave
Bandz

Y'all niggas gon′ find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I′m on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon′ strip
I throw all my money like I′m
In love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

New music, move music
Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it
This the feeling teachers never gave to students
Who get paid too little to raise the stupid
Who learn more from gangster
Music than basic schoolin'
A whole generation of angry
Youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and jewelry
A country where we praise the wicked
And shame the clueless
When the enemy is within who
Do you aim the Nuke at?
Are we really at the top or is that
Just how′re we are trained to view it?
I wonder who made the blueprint?
Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish
Built ships and chained us to it
Paid a sniper to aim at Luther
Took the World Trade, flew planes into it
And framed the Muslims?
This probably sounds like a scene
From your favorite movie
Well wake up, wake up
It don't take brains to do it, it take bank to do it
Welcome to the capital
Where only the greatest do it
Good intentions is what the road
To hell is paved with usually
And bitches swimming bottomless
In bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis
Drowning in my own lust, I had to
Drain the fluid out the group think think tank
I outgrew the fishbowl
I snapped your fucking fishing pole
Fuck opinions, they just want me
Trapped and fucking pigeon-holed
Now snap a fucking picture hoe
Got me feelin′ like I don't get it, you don′t get it
Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it?
Yeah I could say it but who gon′ get it?
Complicated fuckin′ lyrics, who gon' listen?
We all fuckin′ hated math, now who wants physics
I ain't speaking to you all ′cause you all get it
But see there's projects from Duval to New York City
You ever wonder why it′s called the projects?
Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts to process
Sincerely yours truly, God bless

America America
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea