Love Life B.o.B (Ft. Sevyn Streeter)
"Love Life" by B.o.B featuring Sevyn Streeter, released in 2015, is a vibrant #HipHop track that celebrates positivity and living life to the fullest. The lyrics convey themes of love, self-empowerment, and resilience, encouraging listeners to embrace their experiences and cherish relationships. Musically, it features a catchy hook and a blend of melodic rap with smooth R&B elements, showcasing Sevyn's vocal prowess. The song's uplifting message resonates in a culture that often emphasizes challenges, making it an anthem for optimism and personal growth.
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Love the way you're livin', baby
Never wanna waste your time
Love it when you touch my body
Makes me wanna give you mine
It's so wrong, but it feels so right
'Cause I love this feeling, and I love this life
Said I love this life
Life, yeah
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
This is craziness
Addicted to the pain of love and hate relationship
Or can I break a heart or can we argue breakin' shit?
I guess I take the fault for what my occupation is
The more the money come, the more bizarre the day can get
Bizarre the day can get
It cost bread to join the game but even more to escape the shit
I see calculated cowards taking calculated risks
This the art of making music or the art of faking shit?
This the truth, I give these boys the blues, this is proof
But it's nothing they can tell me, it's nothing they can do
To take my touch away, take my love away, I play to win
Backstage, first we say the prayer, then we say amen
Bands
Love the way you're livin', baby
Never wanna waste your time
Love it when you touch my body
Makes me wanna give you mine
It's so wrong, but it feels so right
'Cause I love this feeling, and I love this life
Said I love this life
Life, yeah
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
This is craziness
Addicted to the pain of love and hate relationship
Or can I break a heart or can we argue breakin' shit?
I guess I take the fault for what my occupation is
The more the money come, the more bizarre the day can get
Bizarre the day can get
It cost bread to join the game but even more to escape the shit
I see calculated cowards taking calculated risks
This the art of making music or the art of faking shit?
This the truth, I give these boys the blues, this is proof
But it's nothing they can tell me, it's nothing they can do
To take my touch away, take my love away, I play to win
Backstage, first we say the prayer, then we say amen
Bands
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