Hey Jim, it's like these boys wanna make music for the block, yano, for they hood they city Im tryna make music for the world. You feel me, right, B.O.B.? This is what we came up with
I got up today and my flight was late On my way to L.A. I jumped up on a plane And put on my shades And threw on my headphones I was vibin' to this beat It made me move my feet Boy that thang was sticky And then I heard this melody The dopest one I've ever seen, something out the usual So Mr. Pilot, please I think I got a hit on me, hurry to the studio
I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Oh
Well i got up today Put some gas in my tank To make it to the studio And then I heard this beat It made me move my feet Hell yeah that thang was super dope And then I sang this melody The dopest one I've ever seen Something out the usual So Mr. Engineer Turn up the auto-tune So I'll be on the radio (radio)
I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Oh
Been around the world Same old song Now on stage they throw bras and thongs Long way From what I came from Fightin' in the club just for sayin' somethin' Now my passports full, I'm out of pages New places, new faces New fans, all ages Black pink purple orange Caucasians Latinos, Europeans, and Asians In Japan they knew all my lyrics it was amazin' They spoke Spanish: que mas carne, ni mas carne, asi viene sanwich I guess it's true what they say Music is the universal language Its a true blessing you know? To travel the globe...
I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Across the world Across the world I'll play across the world Oh