[Intro]
Hey Bob! Get in here, man! Your sets ready, man!
You're going live in 5, 4, 3, 2-!
[Announcer:] "Ladies and gentleman, you are at [?] Cafe, and who you have coming to the stage is none other than B.o.B!"
[Audience:] ("B-o who?" "What?" "Who's that?" "Who the fuck is that?" "I don't know who that it is.." "What's B.o.B"")
[B.o.B:] "Aha, I mean.. Ha.. See, I ain't really got shit to say, but look.. How y'all doing to night?"
[Audience:] ("Nobody care what you got to say, n***a!" "N***a say something!" "Boo!" "Boo n***a.." "Don't nobody fuck with that n***a music, don't nobody fuck with that n***a lyrics!" "Boo!" "Get off the stage.." "Fuck you n***a, get of the stage!" "Don't nobody give a damn! Ah.. shit" "Nobody give a damn!" "Lame-ass n***a! Hoe-ass n***a, dawg! Fuck that n***a!")
[B.o.B:] "I got a little song, wrote it on the way over here, but check it out.."

[Hook]
I know I'm left field to you, field to you, field to you
But don't it sound so real to you, real to you, real to you
Tell me how it feel to you, feel to you, feel to you
Now don't it feel lovely? (Aha, aha) (Don't it feel lovely?)
Now don't it sound lovely? (Now don't it sound lovely?)

[Verse 1]
I agree
I'm playing at the left
Was raised up in Decatur, so I'm straight up out the deck
And G.A. is all I rep, so they say that I'm obsessed
I grew up in the struggle so maybe I'm depressed
But being in the struggle is what gave me my success
This ain't your imagination, I ain't fakin it unless
I don't mean what I say, but what I say is what I stress
And I ain't really Catholic but, daily, I confess
I ain't a Christian rapper or a civil activist
But everybody feel me cause I say the realist shit
I see why haters get all mad, I don't brag
So here's what I got to offer:
Words of wisdom so that you can get your money taller
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm lovely like the left field
I know I ain't around, shorty, but I rep still
Don't get to thinking that I'm different, because a record deal
Turning Hollywood, come on - is that real?
And still, I got alot of agony and stress on my chest
Cause the world ain't right, so I gotta come left
I'm a keep it one hunnid till the day that I rest
So take a deep breath, I guess

[Hook]