Big Boi

It was more than just not being able to hear anything,
or make contact with anyone,
It was as though,
as though for a time I didn't exist.

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Sick and tired,
living like the little boy,
in Ba Ba Black Sheep.

Oh how I used to be so cool,
with no wool,
but now I'm back on my own shit.

Bitches don't be hittin' like this,
yet gettin' more clicks,
ain't nobody do it like I do.

Gon' get that check Nikes yeah,
calling no quits here,
fuck it till I make it woohoo.

Fancy no Benz BMW,
Flexin no bands all up on you.

Minding my mind,
grinding all night,
done crying all night,
alright.

Big Boi,
got a Big Boi energy,
Big Boi energy,
Big Boi.

Got a Big Boi energy,
Big Boi energy.

got a Big Boi energy,
Big Boi energy.

Got a Big Boi,
Big Boi.

Not the fittest in the world,
but I'm well and healthy.

Not that good at getting girls,
but I love my mommy.

Confident enough in my work,
I'll bag that money up.

Fuck the bitch that throw the dirt.

Gave 'em what they needed,
be different then say I'm not the same.

But they don't know one thing,
who said that I'm here to play their game.

So many 'OGs' now,
talkin' shit oh geez.

Takin' pictures for free now,
smile but never say cheese.

Humble as I can be,
fuck mediocracy.

I ain't got a degree still
my shit is boiling
boiling boi
(blup blup blup...
...what the fuck is that?)

Minding my mind,
grinding all night,
done crying all night,
alright.

Big Boi,
got a Big Boi energy,
Big Boi energy,
Big Boi.

Got a Big Boi energy,
yeah don't fuck wit me.

Got a Big Boi energy,
Big Boi energy.

Got a Big Boi,
Big Boi.

Not the fittest in the world,
but I'm well and healthy.

Not that good at getting girls,
but I love my mommy.

Confident enough in my work,
I'll bag that money up.

Fuck the bitch that throw the dirt,
stay in your muddy lane.

Mind your own happiness bitch:D



Credits
Writer(s): Syamil Norzalahuddin, Yi Fan Chong
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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