Sing My Song B.o.B

My name is Bob
And I don't have a job

[Chorus:]
I don't know why I say these things
But it's the reason why I sing my song
It's why I sing my song
I don't know why I say these things
But it's the reason why I sing my song
It's why I sing my song
I don't know why I say these things
But it's the reason why I sing my song

[Verse 1:]
Catch me cruisin through Decatur with my streetwalkers
Spittin, pimpin at these women, ain't a sweet talker
A young country boy, came up out the creekwater
What a grizzly boy, lookin like a beast on it
Now I don't like the law, so fuck the police department
Pullin me over, and I don't even be speedin on em
Well I think it's cause they don't like me, well me so sorry
Cause I got all the caucasians saying that he's so bossy
Well long story short, this is me and I'm bossy
If I wasn't smokin weed, then I'd be drinking coffee
Well pour this in my cup, just to show I give a fuck bout what ya'll be thinkin need what I'm sayin, gone and zip it up