Generation lost chords and lyrics - B.O.B

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Skulls and
crossbones and death bandanas
[Am]A liqueur store in every corner in Atlanta
[D]Cops riding round tossing
niggas in the slammer
[Am]Tell me what's wrong I could really
use some answers
[D]Nowadays everybody
wants to be a rapper
[Am]About two years ago everybody
was a trapper
[G]Obviously money is
what everybody's after
Cos [Am]slavery ain't changed it's
a modern day [D]disaster
Now these are my words
from me to you
[Am]Everything you do from
your shades to your shoes
From your [D]chains to your coupe
came from the two
[Am]Trust me I would know I
was raised on the two
[D]Ok, now let me just get your attention
[Am]Imma turn the tables so you
don't get defensive
[G]Imma put my bullshit aside for a second
[Am]Cos I cant be fake,
cos God won't let me
I used to wear a grill [D]be
cause it was the trend
[Am]Not because I liked it, I just
[D]wanted to fit in
Then I got Eastside tatted on my skin
And I [Am]tried to get dreads
but my [D]hair was too big
But I was lost,
I ain't know who I was
[Am]What else was there to do
besides look like a thug
[D]So

[Verse 2]
[G]in my senior year at Columbia High
I [Am]dropped out of High School
when I got [D]signed
B.o.B was the name,
I [Am]ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But [D]you can call me Bobby
Ray from this day forth and
[Am]I could give a damn about
the fame and fortune
[D]Honestly I don't even
listen to rap
'Cause when I [Am]turn the radio on,
out comes crap
[G]And if you make good music
that's okay, but
[Am]On the radio that they don't play
Its [D]easy to see we created
a beast
[Am]'Cause everybody wants to hear
what they don't need
[D]And now all the rappers got
a stoller to give you
[Am]That bullshit music so they can
continue to [D]live
The position that I'm in is [Am]quite
an interesting predicament I will admit
But [G]you can count on me cos
I'm refusing to give in
'Cause [Am]Imma give you music
cos we need it to exist, [D]bitch
So imma play my guitar,
[Am]rap about aliens and sing about stars
[D]Til you understand that's
what we are
So we ain't [Am]got to struggle
no more so we don't starve
I [D]swear to God I love you with every bar
[Am]We all got problems that need
to be solved
[G]So while I got the mic Imma
speak my thoughts
An[Am]d Imma keep it real til the day I fall

[Outro 1]
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