Guitar
O.Z.O.N. Lyrics

B.o.B. play the guitar
B.o.B. is a skilled guitarist

(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
Reinforcing the fact that B.o.B. is the one playing the guitar

Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
B.o.B. is stylish and trendy

Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
B.o.B.'s outfit is sharp and perfectly put together

My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
B.o.B.'s clothing and rapping skills are superior

I'll probably need to after school tutor it
B.o.B. recognizes the need to continually improve his rap skills

Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
B.o.B.'s rapping skills are smooth and elevated

Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
People who aren't supportive of B.o.B.'s career should stay out of the way

Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
B.o.B.'s rapping style is powerful and reminiscent of a legendary basketball player

Y'all take shots, I direct: movie shit
B.o.B. is in control and directing his own career

Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
B.o.B. is highly successful and always on top

Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up
People want to be associated with B.o.B.'s success

If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
If someone isn't successful, they won't be welcome in B.o.B.'s circle

Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
B.o.B. is calm and collected, and likes to smoke weed

You know it's B.o, I do this for the people
B.o.B. creates his music for his fans

Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
B.o.B. is making a lot of money

Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
B.o.B. is being literal when he says he's killing it, and compares it to a hockey mask

I do it to death, swag on body bag
B.o.B. is dedicated to his craft and his style is a definite standout

This beat is out of here, it's gone
The music has moved on from this particular beat

Farewell, so long, so long (sayonara)
B.o.B. is saying goodbye

I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
B.o.B. is leaving and won't be coming back

So far away there ain't no signal on my phone
B.o.B. is physically distant and unreachable

'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
B.o.B. is well-known and receives a lot of attention

Everybody knows who you are
B.o.B. is recognizable and famous

Who would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the guitar
B.o.B. is amazed at his own success and talent

Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
A chorus encouraging B.o.B. to continue playing guitar

(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar (3000) Play the guitar
Another member of the group, 3000, is also being encouraged to play guitar

Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I'm
B.o.B. is describing a dream he's had multiple times

Standing on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
B.o.B. imagines himself performing on top of a fast food restaurant

Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
B.o.B sees himself smoking a unique cigar in his dream

He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it's like he own it
B.o.B. imagines himself as the owner of a popular donut chain

We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
B.o.B. describes his imaginary surroundings

We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
B.o.B. feels like he's performing to a bored audience in Europe

My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
B.o.B.'s friends have gotten rid of too much jewelry, leaving B.o.B.'s chain alone

But they don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
B.o.B. will introduce his friends to something new and unique (black pearls)

"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
B.o.B. questions why society doesn't appreciate black women

Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle
B.o.B. uses an animal metaphor to describe a friend's entrance

Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
B.o.B.'s friend is chewing unique, rebellious gum

When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
B.o.B. recalls a moment from his childhood where a space shuttle was on display

And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
B.o.B. remembers his grandmother telling him to be modest, but he doesn't fully comprehend why

One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
B.o.B. knows that his music will make people excited and dance

Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants
B.o.B. is saying that now everyone will recognize his talent

One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no mind
B.o.B. is saying that he's just like everyone else, so there's no need to pay special attention

But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more time
B.o.B. is acknowledging that becoming successful takes time and effort

Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist
B.o.B. is apologizing for not being showy or flashy

According to the internet
B.o.B. is referencing what people say about him online

3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
B.o.B.'s friend 3000 is known for having an extensive vocabulary

He must know how to use 'em
B.o.B. is implying that 3000 doesn't just know a lot of words, he knows how to use them effectively

It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but
B.o.B. is pointing out that not everything on the internet is accurate

You give me six strings and a pick
B.o.B. is saying that he only needs a guitar to make great music

And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
B.o.B. is confident in his guitar skills and doesn't need to explain them

And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
B.o.B. is suggesting that children should learn to play music

'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Playing an instrument can be a healthy outlet for negative emotions

Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
B.o.B. is using a metaphor to say that by the time you've practiced enough, you will have nourished your skills

You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
B.o.B. is saying that playing music can help you understand your parents' intentions

3000 muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"
B.o.B.'s friend 3000 is highly knowledgeable

My partners say I should practice more, I know
B.o.B. acknowledges that he could benefit from more practice

They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
B.o.B.'s partners are criticizing his guitar playing

I ask them: "Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you laugh in tune?"
B.o.B. is implying that emotions don't need to be performed with perfect pitch, so neither does his guitar playing

B.o.B. play the guitar, B.o.B. play the guitar, B.o.B. play the guitar
Repeating the chorus, encouraging B.o.B. to continue playing guitar