Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Logic
Logic
Stimme und Gesang
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
E-Gitarre
6ix
6ix
E-Gitarre
Josh Lippi
Josh Lippi
Bassgitarre
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Rhodes Piano
Stuart Bogie
Stuart Bogie
Saxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter:in
Thaddeus Wales
Thaddeus Wales
Songwriter:in
Douglas Ingle
Douglas Ingle
Songwriter:in
Robert Edmondson
Robert Edmondson
Songwriter:in
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Logic
Logic
Produzent:in
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mischtechniker:in
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Paroles

Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba (ba-ba, ba-ba-ba) Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba (yeah) I been tryna drink less But I feel like when I drink, I'm at my best Not a care in the world, no stress Always give the world my everything and no less I wake up seven days a week and get the job done You know I'm always there for my wife and my son And at the end of the day, I love to pour one More like two, but occasionally three and it scares me Not because I have a problem I'm the type of person, if there's an issue, then I'ma solve 'em It's more like seeing how this shit has destroyed life Uh, I look at my mom, I look at my dad And see how drugs and alcohol took away everything they had And it makes me sad, I found the balance, but I feel bad I didn't drink 'til I was 27, then I did from then And every time I take a sip, I'm scared that I'll become them We went to Alcoholics Anonymous mostly twice a week I was just a little boy, but listened when people would speak Prostitutes, preachers, substitute teachers Cops and criminals, they all gave speeches About this addiction and it filled me with conviction Keep comin' back, boy, it works if you work it And I did, growin' up, I was a AA kid I never wanted to make the mistakes that they did And sometimes when I sip, you know, I feel survivor's guilt But I know that what I'm drinkin' could destroy all that I built So I tread lightly, this shit leaves people dead nightly Alcoholic, well, it's in my blood, so I might be Drug addict, well, it's in my genes, so I might be But I don't use that shit to escape I deal with my problems head on to this day Addiction to substance, it was my fate, but I broke the cycle Lost on a lonely road Carrying such a heavy load Lost on a lonely road Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Ayo, damn Yo, can we roll the window down, please? I can- I can barely see, the fuckin' weed smoke, yo Logic, why are you scared of weed? I ain't scared Well, you obviously feel some type of way about it No, I- I don't know why it's gotta be a big fuckin' deal, okay? I just don't wanna do it Man, just hit the blunt No Just hit the shit, man Bro, I gotta be on stage in like fuckin' 40 minutes I'm not tryna perform in the tenth dimension Havin' panic attacks and shit on stage, man, fuck all that Bro, this weed ain't even that strong You'll be fine in like 30 minutes Lenny, don't hand him my shit This from Cali, this that brain rape What, what? Yeah, that's what it's called Fuck no What? Ain't no- nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Ain't- Ain't no way in hell, I'm smokin' some shit called brain rape, bruh What the fuck is that? Yo, Logic, just take a hit Take a little baby hit Man, why- why you guys always tryna peer pressure me, man? It's not even like I'm- Ayy, man (ayy, bro, stop bein' a fuckin'- come on, man, just- just hit the fuckin' weed, bro) Alright, alright, alright, goddamn, fine, fuck, shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, hit that shit, hit that shit
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Thaddeus S Wales, Kyle Metcalfe, Robert Edmondson, Douglas Ingle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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