Sweet Home - B.o.B

Sweet Home, Atlanta

On that east side, howdy-do

So if you from that there Atlanta

Then this blunt goes out to you, to you

Country boy walking, country boy talking

Don’t nobody visit these here parts often

That’s why we be sparking, see gorillas often

Take a hit and a whip, it’s smelling like a forest

I remember back when I was staying in apartments

A bad ass kid, jumping off the park bench

Dirty head full of lint from the carpet

Couldn’t stay in one spot, I was carsick

Sweet Home!

When I was growing up we didn’t have no heat on in the home

So in the winter we just lit heaters for the cold

And in the kitchen was nothing to eat but cereal

Sweet Home, Atlanta

On that east side, howdy-do

So if you from that there Atlanta

Then this blunt goes out to you, to you