How It Is – B.o.B – letras

Yeah yeahLookShe said her ex wasn’t shit, one before that wasn’t shit, one before that wasn’t shit, one before that wasn’t shitHow you navigate to the same shit?You always gravitate to the same dickShe said I’m just like every guy, how you know ’bout every guy?Maybe only all the niggas you’ve metLook, she wanna be a housewife but don’t know what a home isShe want a soul mate, but don’t know where her soul isNow, what are we suppose to date or procreate, shit?Well I guess I suppose that ass suppose to shakeWhat is love?How many dates? How many texts? How many compliments does it take?You know this, you know this world ain’t shit, but still, you smile even with a fake grinMaybe is something in your mind you can’t shapeMaybe is something in your heart they can breakNow, look she know how I feel about her, she do want she wanna doI know how she feel about me, I move how Mohammed moveCouldn’t leave is I wanted tooYeah, lookYou want what love? What the fuck is thatLove is how you feel regardless how they treat you back, yeahFrequencies above anything negativeBig up yourself the same you did the 44th presidentYou can’t love the culture and hate the peopleEmbrace the flaws, elevate what you call evilNigga, I master the shit, I master the shitLike when Pac shot them cops that was attacking his campWould you let your bitch look through your phone? Alone?Fuck all that pretentionshipGet you a real nigga with no censorshipTough conversations to have, type of conversations make you pack all of your bagsWell if it’s meant to be, then it’ll beThe truth will come to the light, eventuallySo quit up, all that fake shit, quit all that flaw shit, quit all that fluke shit, get off that tough shit, let have a talk shitWe on this art shit, yeah, owning boss shitAnd we ain’t gotta have a babyI like it being me and youWhen you weak you kinda cuteWhat we watching, season one, season two?And I don’t really want no fairytalesStill, I wanna fall in love like the fairytale, stillWe can do this shit without no trainer’s wheel realOn some Kemet en route take the wheelThat bitch, my bitch, that’s my bitchI feel like I got the baddest bitch in AtlantaI feel like I got the baddest bitch in the worldI feel like, I feel like that’s my queen outta girlI feel like, I feel like I’m the king of the worldI feel like, I feel like that’s my queen outta girlAnd if you feel like how I feel, then you’re lucky as meBut what the fuck is love? This shit was destined to be, yeahNow, what is love? What is love? What is love? Yeah yeahYou can tug you can tug but jealousy ain’t loveJealousy ain’t loveJust ’cause you feeling reckless don’t mean that it’s really loveThe tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks upYou can tug you can tug but jealousy ain’t loveJealousy ain’t loveJust ’cause you feeling reckless don’t mean that it’s really loveThe tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks upBandz