Lyrics B.o.B – Under The Dome
Text:
-Ground Floor
-Going Down
-Lower Ground Floor
-Oh look
-Doctor Forrest dial 118 please, Doctor Forrest please dial…
R.E.M. accessible
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Fluoride water, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Heavy metals all in the drinks, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it
FEMA coffins
The people watching
Counting sheep, niggas sheep walking
All these dickriders, where’s Lorena Bobbit
Blogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommas
You don’t wanna stir the pot
You don’t wanna detox
You ever heard of Basquiat
You don’t want a 2pac
You want Love & Hip-Hop
I’m asleep though..
Cops taking cheap shots, all weak, though
False Flag headlines all week, though
Chalk outline on the street, though
I’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though
(Piece, though/Pistol!)
I’m asleep, though
Cloned politicians don’t sleep, though
Earth flat as fuck, I’m asleep though
Geo-engineering, I’m asleep, though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep, though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it
I’m asleep, though
Feds follow a nigga in his street clothes
Hoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!)
Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me though
I’m asleep though
Click, clack, bang, bang and reload
Hoes set a nigga up for the kilo
?
baby I’m crazy, no Cee Lo
I don’t sleep, though
Deep underground ET’s though
Bernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace though
Found May 28th, well, we know (we know)
We know
Nigga, what you talking about?
Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk about
Nothing to argue about
How must I remind ya, I don’t wear designer
No Genre attire (No Genre!)
Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons pantie liners
Jenna Verg got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschool
Designer babies in the wombs (clones!)
Stars shining through the moon
But I’m asleep, though
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep though
Fluoride Water, I’m asleep though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it
