B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)


I don’t even know her yet
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up

I been tweakin’
All my niggas got furs on
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
Spazzin’, geekin’

I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I just got some head from shawty
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
[Chorus: London Jae]
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me

Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Overnight activist
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Real strong, real grown
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to

I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
[Intro: London Jae]
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
I been tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
I been tweakin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
I been tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been tweakin’
Look, now all these niggas political now
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
What the word on the curb, homie?
Tweakin’, haha
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’

Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Ha ha, not for sale
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
This Cartier lens blue
Car foreign, y’all boring
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Geeked up in the club last night
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’

Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
[Outro: B.o.B.]
Spazzin’, geekin’
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
[Chorus: London Jae]

The truth is a hard pill to swallow Now how does it throttle?
Yeah, hold up
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
I been tweakin’
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
[Chorus: London Jae]
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I been tweakin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’