B.o.B - Campaign [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way
Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing's changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing's changed

[B.o.B.]
I say my mixtape's better than your album
How come? Really, you were better off without one
Sideline haters, they can’t tolerate the outcome
You're the runner-up type, me they cannot outrun
Sit your whack-ass down, calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium, now DJ crank the volume
Tell her like
"Keep your head steady I’m about done"
Passed out, please don’t wake me up until the ounce comes
I’m in the hood like an Obama sticker
I’m from the hood, you're a neighborhood watch nigga
I'll fall through with a "made you look", watch nigga
Pissing niggas off like swastikas

[Hook]

[Playboy Tre]
I'm campaigning with my Ace, he just beat a case
So we've got liquor by the crates, yelling "fuck the state"
I guess that you can say it’s fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody's always shooting, but don’t nobody know we shot ‘em
I just pray the angels got him, I hope the Lord embrace him
I swear to y'all, the streets are Hell
That’s why I call my pistol Satan
If we don’t make it then it’s back to doing Devilish things
Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem
Death to my opponents, this is my crowning moment
The life we livin' can't be rented boy, you gotta own it
I’m feelin lethal, sipping Brandy, that Moesha
You saw that buzz uppercut, that's how the flow will treat ya

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