Under The Dome – B.o.B – letras

[Intro]*Elevator Ding*Ground FloorGoing Down*Elevator Ding*Lower Ground Floor*Sinister laughter*(Man #1) Oh look(Man #2) Oh look at you*Loudspeaker* Doctor Forrest dial 118 please, Doctor Forrest please dialR. E. M. accessible[Verse 1]Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, thoughAcid rain, I’m asleep thoughFluoride water, I’m asleep, thoughNew World Order, I’m asleep thoughDiabetes soda, I’m asleep thoughCloned and Modified beef, thoughHeavy metals all in the drinks, thoughWi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though[Chorus Hook]Put him in itPut him in itPut him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it[Verse 2]Fema coffinsThe people watchingCounting sheep, niggas sheep walkingAll these dickriders, where’s Lorena BobbitBlogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommasYou don’t wanna stir the potYou don’t wanna detoxI’m asleep thoughYou ever heard of BasquiatYou don’t want a 2pacYou want Love & Hip-HopI’m asleep thoughCops taking cheap shots, all weak, thoughFalse Flag headlines all week, thoughChalk outline on the street, thoughI’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though(Piece, though Pistol!)I’m asleep, thoughCloned politicians don’t sleep, thoughEarth flat as fuck, I’m asleep thoughGeo-engineering, I’m asleep, thoughDiabetes soda, I’m asleep, thoughNew World Order, I’m asleep, thoughCloned and Modified beef, thoughWi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though[Chorus Hook]Put him in itPut him in itPut him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it[Verse 3]I’m asleep, thoughFeds follow a nigga in his street clothesHoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!)Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me thoughI’m asleep thoughClick, clack, bang, bang and reloadHoes set a nigga up for the kilo? baby I’m crazy, no Cee LoI don’t sleep, thoughDeep underground Et’s thoughBernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace thoughFound May 28th, well, we know (we know)We knowNigga, what you talking about?Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk aboutNothing to argue aboutHow must I remind ya, I don’t wear designerNo Genre attire (No Genre!)Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons pantie linersJenna Verg got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschoolDesigner babies in the wombs (clones!)Stars shining through the moonBut I’m asleep, thoughChemtrail clouds, I’m asleep thoughFluoride Water, I’m asleep thoughAcid rain, I’m asleep thoughDiabetes soda, I’m asleep thoughNew World Order, I’m asleep thoughCloned and Modified beef, thoughWi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though[Chorus Hook]Put him in itPut him in itPut him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it, put him in itPut him in it, put him in a coffinPut him in it|||