Lyrics

Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me,
But I don’t live in there no more.

There’s a place in my head
That repeats what you said,
That repeats what you said that day.

You’re afraid the mistakes that you made
Dug your grave but baby,
That’s the price you pay.

So don’t shut down
This town, ain’t big enough for both of us, whoa.

And now I’ve found
You’ll never get enough from me,
So, baby, I’m a set you free,
Yeah I’m a set you free.

[Chorus:]
Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me,
But I don’t live in there no more.

Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me (closing in),
But I don’t live in there no more.

I been trying to relate to
All the things that make you
Act the crazy ways you do (you do)

But that will take patience and headaches
To make sense
Some the things you put me through

So don’t shut down
This town, ain’t big enough for both of us, whoa

And now I’ve found
You’ll never get enough from me
So, baby, I’m a set you free,
Yeah, I’m a set you free

[Chorus:]
Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me,
But I don’t live in there no more.

Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me (closing in)
But I don’t live in there no more (no more)

[Bridge: x2]
All the pictures and the windows on the wall
Are closing in on me
I thought that you’re suppose to learn from
What went wrong in history.
So you keep doing everything you can
And never will get to me.
I bet you remember the day you were better
As soon as we severed
And you were free

[Chorus:]
Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me (closing in)
But I don’t live in there no more (no more)

Who-ooh-ooh-ooh are you anyways?
I can’t count how many days you weren’t here.
The walls were closing in on me (closing in)
But I don’t live in there no more (no more)

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa [x4]

Lyrics

I just wanna let you know
When we’re together, we can take it slow
I just wanna let you know
When we’re together, we can take it slow
We can take it slow

[Pitbull]

All night long
Girls alright
You I like

[Eila]
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra

[Pitbull]
Lady let’s move
I wanna take her to champagne room
Do that bang bang move to the world dance
I am gonna make it girlfriends Little John and the twins I will be back with more game
Back with more game we’re gonna show you how to

[Eila]
Let’s say the way I jump it (Oohhh)
Let’s say the music popping (Oohhh)
Let’s say the way I do it (Oohhh)
Everybody jumping see the party started

I just wanna let you know
When we’re together, we can take it slow
We can take it slow
No worry, No doubt

[Eila]
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra

Let’s say the way I jump it (tari ra ra)
Let’s say the music popping (tari ra ra)
Let’s say the way I do it (tari ra ra)
Everybody jumping see the party started
We can take it slow

I just wanna let you know
When we’re together we can take it slow
We can take it slow

See the party started
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra
Ta rida tari ra ra

Lyrics

[Intro: T.I.]
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Well it’s B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogy
My outfit’s retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I’ll probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
Y’all take shots; I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ’em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain’t running shit you can’t even walk with us
Still I’m chill; blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Uhm, I’m killing ’em Mama – I’m talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it’s gone
Farewell, so long, so long (sayonara)
I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone
So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone
Cuz I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far?
Play the guitar

[Hook: T.I.]
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I’m
Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
He’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts; it’s like he own it
We at the corner of “Give It To ‘Em” and “They Don’t Want It”
We out here somewhere in mid-Europe, they out here joning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them
“Why the world sleeping on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with “Go To Hell” bubblegum
When I was young, a space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make ’em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more time
Excuse me if I’m no exhibitionist
According to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must know how to use ’em
It also says I play the violin and that ain’t true but
You give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain’t gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
Cuz if you’re mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you’re done
You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass from what’s to come
3000 muthafucka “Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'”

[Outro: Andre 3000]
My partners say I should practice more, I know
They be saying I sound like I’m out of tune
I ask them: “Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you laugh in tune?”

[Hook: T.I.]