B.o.B - Soul Glo

Beautiful, sexy, easy as 1, 2, 3 (ah hoo!)
Just let your soul glow, just let it shine through
I want you to put your hands together and welcome to the stage
Big round of applause (oh so silky smooth)
Just let it shine through (for good, for good)
Just let your soul glow (good and terrible, thank you)

Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine, yeah
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Which one of y'all gone shine, let it, let it shine

I'd like to give a big round of applause, to my band
Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate (sex, sex Sexual Chocolate)
(Sex, sex) my band, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate (sex, sex Sexual Chocolate)

Niggas be hurt for life, hoes be hurt for life, niggas be hurt
She don't dyke for real, she just hate niggas for life
Hurt, people hurt people, can't you see, (she's your queen-to-be)
Modern programs from the projects, it's a project to stop your progress
To keep you obsessed with fancy objects, to crack your third eye it's a process
It's a hot mess out here for a melanated nigga
I stay meditating nigga (they see the nigga, run away)

Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Which one of y'all gone shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Melanin is all in here and I feel it all in my skin, in my bones

In my body, in my pineal, in my third eye
Oh, it's melanin in the sky
I'd like to give a big round of applause, to my band
Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate (sex, sex Sexual Chocolate)
(Sex, sex) my band, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate, Sexual Chocolate (sex, sex Sexual Chocolate)
Sex, sex Sexual Chocolate

Yeah, damn homie, I invoke the dead homies on the other side
To bring this shit back alive, back alive
Back alive
No one really die
You sound hurt, all you do is complain
You the face of the "Niggas ain't shit" campaign
Seven circuits in your brain you addicted to pain
Addicted to the chemicals that get released in your veins
Just let your soul glow

Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Like which one of y'all gone shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine let it, let it shine (which one of y'all gon')
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine, let it, let it shine
Let it shine let it, let it shine
Like which one of y'all gone shine, let it, let it shine

While you're in a clappin' mood, clap, clap, clappin', clappin' mood
Clap, clappin', clap, clap, clappin' mood
While you're in a clappin' mood, clap, clap, clappin', clappin'
If you feel it in your, soul make it clap (clap, clappin')
All my ladies, all my ladies make it clap
While you're in a clappin' mood
Make it clap, clap, clappin' clappin'
If you feel it in your soul make it clap
All my ladies, all my ladies make it clap
Clap, clap, clappin' mood
Let it, let it
I want you to put your hands together
And welcome to the stage
Big round of applause (RIP), big round of applause
Big round of applause for all the homies that ain't here right now
Big round of applause for all the souls on the other side
Rip Mac Miller, RIP Nipsey Hussle (RIP)

Let it, let it (RIP) let it, let it, let it (that boy's good)
Let it, let it (RIP) let it, let it, let it (good and terrible)
Let it, let it (RIP) let it, let it, let it (Brother Bobby hear me now)
Let it, let it (RIP) let it, let it, let it
Let it, let it (RIP) let it, let it, let it

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