Bobi Bozman

Move your head and believe it or not
The mic wizard back on the scene
Old lady, don't wait for me for dinner tonight
I plan to go out with another chick

So much that I promise to quit alcohol
I can't fulfill it with the damn sun
And it's like a transformer when I drink, I transform
A damn demon runs through my blood

Hey Bobi Bozman
Spit some rhymes from your crazy mind
Neurons gather one by one
And they act like rats when you step on their tail

I don't get nervous
You won't see opossums like me in any hole
I'm not common, I'm not trying to be trendy
I don't give a damn about anything, that's why I'm curious
And that's why I'm out here stealing the show
Wandering the country, preaching my rap
People everywhere stare at me
They whisper something bad, wondering what's going on because

Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bozman!
He's back on the mic

They tell me that one of these days
The damn movement will end for me
And if it ends, it's my damn problem
Because honestly, it looks really shitty
I don't want any new bullshit
Saying rap doesn't pay and I'll never get out of this hole
I'm not asking for opinions or anything
If you want to help, pay for the drinks
I'm a rapper used to very little
Working in the blazing sun with my left hand in the sunlight
I earn my bread with sweat
And in rap, I'm moving and I'll never stop
Because no, bro, it's not a joke, damn it
This is not just about writing lyrics
This is about passion, helping, hustling
Waiting for the crowd to remember you

Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bobi, Bozman!
He's back on the mic