John Doe (feat. Priscilla Renea)

B.o.B

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    Seems like your heart stops working
    The minute they close the curtain
    And you take off your mask
    And you take off your costume
    And if anyone asks you're taking a small break
    Drinking some coffee
    But everyone knows what you're doing
    Seems like the bus moves slower
    Just cause you got somewhere to go
    So you take a few pills in Beverly Hills
    But if anyone asks you've got a prescription
    You got an addiction
    Who do you think that you're fooling?

    John doe, I just want the john I know
    Once you put the drinks on hold
    Maybe you could come back home
    John doe, ooh oh oh oooh
    Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
    Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh

    B.o.B:
    Everybody's addicted to something
    Everybody got a grip onto something,
    Even if it's just the feel too responsible appeal,
    Maybe once, maybe twice
    Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times
    But that it's just harder to function at times
    You wasted at the bottom of every single bottle
    As if it was someone or something to find
    You're struggling in your mind
    And you tell yourself lie after lie
    And you get to the point where there's no longer vibin
    The people that you work with notice the signs
    When you walk in the room, niggas know that's required
    So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
    But the way look can't blame on the diet
    So what you hiding?

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    John doe, I just want the john I know
    Once you put the drinks on hold
    Maybe you could come back home
    John doe, ooh oh oh oooh
    Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
    Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh

    B.o.B:
    Yeah, I've probably had too many things
    Mashed too many freaks
    Had too much to drop me
    I mean, had too much to drink
    Left the club, ended up in custody
    Ran the drug tests, passed it luckily
    My girl broke with me, 'cause she woke me up suddenly
    With a woman up on me
    I told her wait! It ain't what it look like
    I must've slip and fell, clumsy me
    Well, at least I admit it, 'cause the worst you could do
    Is to do it and not to be man enough to say that you did it,
    That's just how you prevent it, well I ain't no different
    I love all the money, the fame
    And the parties with beautiful women!
    I spend so much time as an underground artist
    'Cause I was afraid to succumb to the business
    That I've become?
    But that what you'd judge I become
    The path with the greatest resistance
    That's how the tables can turn when they pivot
    And change the perspective and flip your entire position
    My whole life I've been dying to wish and to live the experience
    That every thing's possible when I told 'em my dreams
    They just said they were logical
    Now, I can see it, it's optical (optical)

    Ooh oh oh ohoh ooh
    Ooh oh oh ohoh ooh
    John doe, I just want the john I know
    Once you put the drinks on hold
    Maybe you could come back home
    John doe!

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    Composición: B.o.B y Geoffro Cause

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