20 of the Best Lyrics From B.o.B’s ‘Ether’ Album

"No, nigga, seriously/We don't wanna hear your conspiracies/And we don't wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activities/Look, nigga, make up your mind/How much longer you gon' wait to decide?/You was kickin' some dangerous lines/Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time"

"Ah, what are you doin'? What are you doin'?/You losin' your cool, fan basin' your viewers/Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music/Obviously you clueless, how I know? ’Cause I'm Jewish"

"I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault/They gated me off by Hendrix while he play the guitar/Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs/Somewhere between insane and famous/Guess my brain's a little off/I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts/I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporisin' cough" - B.o.B

"Oh my god, it's the Martian/Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans/It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start ’em/Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward/But nothing's far-fetched when a underdog's barkin'/But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it" - B.o.B

"Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen/Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy/Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube/Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-and-Get-Your-Food/Mr. Bruce Leroy with the Kung-Fu/Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move"

"Waitin', waitin', waitin' for reperation/For the end of segregation/All we got is a month and a television station/All they teach is slavery and we celebrate it/They turn the cheek if we should perish/But just remember you can't spell America without Eric" - B.o.B

"She know the promoters and all the bouncers/She watching my money like an accountant/She said I'm 'bout to make an announcement/Bob, I think I deserve an allowance/And then the next thing, I woke up in the west wing/Say, say, say she like it rough, she like it wild/Ghetto bitch, I think she wet the towels"

"Piccadilly, wrists spilled me, Richard Mille/On they wish list, and my riches, really, really/Cocaine like a mob boss, taller than my ceiling/I can spark a world war, bring me back your kidney/I can be your ring tone/I'm flyin' to the clouds, yeah/And no I ain't comin' down, yeah" - B.o.B

"What, you don't want me to party? (What don't you want?)/What, you gon' want me to molly?/You want me stuck in apartment?/Family feud with Steve Harvey?/See out the bullet in Charlotte, they showin' ass and titties/Bitch, you want me to pretend like all of this don't exist?" - B.o.B

"Real strong, real grown, your boy ain't spazzin', I don't even really feel homie/This fresh, rockin' pole everything to the neck, got five karats all in the grill homie/Car foreign, y'all boring, got TVs all in the whip watchin' hard porn/Rifle cocked .40 Glock, I'm tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin'/Boy stop" - Young Dro

"Look, now all these niggas political now/Claimin' they woke ’cause it's trendier now/Overnight activist, even the president's running the world from a twitter account/Ahh, geekin' often, Steven Hawkins, 'bout my coin like meter parking/Off the wall like Peter Parker/Here let's get to squeezing on you like some squeegee water/Keep the garter, bitch" - B.o.B.

"Now I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed/Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit/One thing I can't stand is a petty heaux/Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to telling folks/'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be selling folk/Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho" - T.I.

"Substance abuse, if I'm sick, ha'choo/Nigga, God bless you, I'm a god, bless you/Four projects in, what you thought I was gon' do?/Smoke any less weed, pop any less shrooms?/B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, this is your mind, okay?/This is your mind on drugs/You have any idea what this means?/It means I'm high as fuck"

"Yeah, some stories too true to tell/And some made up ’cause these days good music don't always mean music sells/You either star in a TV show, sell dope/Scams, swiper have shoes to sell/Huh, it's all about the headlines/All about the rumors and the groupie tales/Life is a choice and I choose 'em well" - B.o.B

"Who's makin' the rules?/The war that's on drugs did to weed what proambition did to booze/But weed doesn't kill/Can't say the same if you drunk and decide you gon' go for a cruise/The war that's on drugs actually creates all the violence/And problems we see on the news" - B.o.B

"I got a new confession, I battle with depression/I got a lotta trust issues, I guess I feel neglected/I used to have a message, now I'm just fucking reckless/I spend a lotta time just tryna be accepted"

"I'm sick of your suggestions, I hate the stupid questions/Just wanna be myself, I hate to be corrected/They say I need a ration, they say I ain't ever resting/If you lookin' for a friend, then you in the wrong profession"

"They wanna see a nigga deep in his feelings, cause that's where they usually go/New bitches always got somewhere to go, but that's what the Uber is for/ Old bitches always be down for a set up, but that's what my shooters for/Bitches be so quick to side with a bitch like they ain't heard rumors before"

"Yeah, still ridin' big wheels, still addicted to J's/Favorite team wit' my fitted, in every color they make/I paint the town and every city I stay/ADD or you just never really learned how to play/A livin' breathin' walkin' memory on Memory Lane/Tell me are we really movin' or just dreaming the place" - B.o.B

"We become the people that hurt us the most/That's why the saying is keep you enemies close/Stop givin' attention on what you don't want in life or be prepared to experience it the most/I became everything I used to criticize/How'd I look inside the critics' eyes?/Yeah, but all roads lead home, we just arrived at a different time" - B.o.B