Juice & Gin

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Well they say nothing is forever

Well fuck what they say I been waiting for forever

They steal the flow cause they can't think of nothing clever

I picture me on top, I couldn't paint it any better

No Genre bitch, I couldn't say it any clearer

This a brand new era

Make another error

See the face of terror

Bad news and I hate to be the bearer

9/11 and I ain't talking Panamera

Ease up, east side easel

Even if up was your kids you still couldn't keep up

I see the competition, they get ate her finger licking

No wonder I'm a pothead I was always in the kitchen

Trying to whip up decent music, give the people what they missin'

Now throw this shit and crack the system bitch

[Chorus: B.o.B & (Lin-Z)]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)

I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)

[Verse 2: Jake Lambo]

See I got weed in my lungs and the world in my palm

I get stoned like a fossil and that's word to my ma'

Just splittin' swisher's like surgeons

While I ride with my niggas

The car look like a sauna, I hope the cops never get us

Get some liquor man fuck it

I only drink on occasions

But why I'm drinking I'm faded

The peer pressure I hate it

Debated it then I took a swig of some gin that we had

I don't like drinking but really I wasn't feeling too bad

Now I'm just

[Chorus: B.o.B & (Lin-Z)]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)

I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded...

[Verse 3: Lin-Z]

Bobby got the indo

London out the window

Jake whip in the lambo

While Jaque make the beat go

Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' wit' a dot, only feed her wine

Don't got the time, VIP no lyin'

And my swag is off the hizzel fo' Shizzel for nizzel

That's word to my nizzel Snoop Dizzel

Got them curls for the girls: miss frizzle

[Chorus: B.o.B & (Lin-Z)]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded, faded

I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Faded, faded

[Outro: Lin-Z & (B.o.B)]

You see nothing is forever

Well fuck what they say I been waiting for forever

They steal the flow cause they can't think of nothing clever

I picture me on top, I couldn't paint it any better

No Genre bitch, (I couldn't say it any clearer

This a brand new era, this a brand new era

Say it any clearer, this a brand new era)