Under the Dome - B.o.B

Ground Floor

Going Down

Lower Ground Floor

(Man #1) Oh look

(Man #2) Oh look at you

R.E.M.

accessible

Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, though

Acid rain, I’m asleep though

Fluoride water, I’m asleep, though

New World Order, I’m asleep though

Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though

Cloned and Modified beef, though

Heavy metals all in the drinks, though

Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

Put him in it…

Put him in it…

Put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it

FEMA coffins

The people watching

Counting sheep, niggas sleep walking

All these dickriders, where’s Lorena Bobbit

Blogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommas

You don’t wanna stir the pot

You don’t wanna detox

I’m asleep though.

You ever heard of Basquiat

You don’t want a 2pac

You want Love & Hip-Hop

I’m asleep though.

Cops taking cheap shots, all weak, though

False Flag headlines all week, though

Chalk outline on the street, though

I’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though

(Piece, though/Pistol!)

I’m asleep, though

Cloned politicians don’t sleep, though

Earth flat as fuck, I’m asleep though

Geo-engineering, I’m asleep, though

Diabetes soda, I’m asleep, though

New World Order, I’m asleep, though

Cloned and Modified beef, though

Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

Put him in it…

Put him in it…

Put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it

I’m asleep, though

Feds follow a nigga in his street clothes

Hoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!)

Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me though

I’m asleep though

Click, clack, bang, bang and reload

Hoes set a nigga up for the kilo

Ali baby I’m crazy, no Cee Lo

I don’t sleep, though

Deep underground ET’s though

Bernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace though

Found May 28th, well, we know (we know)

We know

Nigga, what you talking about?

Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk about

Nothing to argue about

How must I remind ya, I don’t wear designer

No Genre attire (No Genre!)

Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons, pantie liners

Gender blur got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschool

Designer babies in the wombs (clones!)

Stars shining through the moon

But I’m asleep, though

Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep though

Fluoride Water, I’m asleep though

Acid rain, I’m asleep though

Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though

New World Order, I’m asleep though

Cloned and Modified beef, though

Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

Put him in it…

Put him in it…

Put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it, put him in it

Put him in it, put him in a coffin

Put him in it