(Hook: Sevyn Streeter)
Luv the way you're living baby, neva want to waste yo time
Luv it when ya touch my body, makes me want to give ya mine
It's so wrong, but it feels so right
Cuz I luv this feelin', and I luv this life
Said I luv this life, life, yeah

(Verse: B.o.B)
This is craziness, addicted to the pain of luv and hate relationship
Or can I break I heart or can we argue breaking shit?
I guess I take the fault for what my occupation is
The more the money come the more bizarre the day can get, bizarre the day can get
It cost bread to join the game but even more to escape the shit
I see calculated cowards taking calculated risks
This the art or making music or the art of fakin' shit?
This the truth, I give these boys the blues this is proof
But it's nothin' they can tell me
It's nothin' they can do to take my touch away, take my luv away
I play to win, backstage
First we say the prayer, then we say amen, bands!

(Hook)

(Verse 2: B.o.B)
This is craziness, this is craziness
Save the money befo' I make it, neva learn to wait for shit
Tryin' to pack a stadium, ya tryin' to catch the latest trends
The line between the good and bad is paper thin
Goodness gracious, I might have enemies in high places
They so famous, but can't keep up with how my mind races
How I'm stepping on these niggas like I've got my own rep
Nigga be or make yo make-up hater, salutations to the haters 
JUst the dudes, ya say what's up with me, what's up with ya?
It's nothin' they could tell me, it's nothin' they can do to take my touch away, to take my luv away
I play to win, swagger Woodstock status, guess that's why they call me bands, bands!

(Hook)