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Logic
Logic
Stimme und Gesang
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Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter:in
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter:in
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6ix
6ix
Produzent:in
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
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Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
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Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
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Bitch, you buggin' me like, "Ziz, ziz" Bitch, you buggin' me like, "Ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz" Bitch, you buggin' me like, "Ziz, ziz" Bitch, you buggin' me like, "Ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz" Yeah, so what you mean? Gotta get my green, gotta get my mind right I'm a fiend for the like, head to the light It might seem what I like, but it's not Everybody wanna get, but they don't got discipline Bobby on that 'ish again, got big M's like Michigan Don't think they think they listening, they buggin' out like, "Ziz, ziz" Bitch, they buggin' out like, "Ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz" Yeah, suck on my blood type Be positive, Logic was born to rise to this occasion It's obvious my hobby was rhymin', hot as Mojave Adopted the name of Logic and sacrificed the soul of Bobby Now I be buggin' out, buggin' like, "Ziz, ziz" Homies hold me down, who gon' hold me? Bitch, I'm buggin' out like, "Ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz" Made some friends and I made some M's and I copped that Benz Got a song with Wu, got a song with Em Feel like this high won't never end, but it's all pretend On top of the world, and got a divorce in front of the world And get a new girl, then what do I see? My face on the cover of TMZ, private jet, bad bitch and me I am a slave, no, I'm not free Have no bargain, have no plea, accepting my whole destiny I'm buggin', buggin' out like, "Ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz, ziz", uh When I was a little boy, livin' in a void, I was never joyed World destroyed before it began, never had a man Never had a figure to hold my hand, who would understand (teleport) Seven years old, I'm covered in blood A man on the floor, my mama in jail, and I'm all alone Dirt under my nails, no food on the table, my people have failed (teleport) Ten years old, man the world's so cold, and I got no money My mama no money, my daddy no money, my family no money The government's taking it from me, I'm hungry, I need it I turn on the television and envision the food that they got, I can't eat it I teleport (teleport, teleport, teleport) Eight years old in the basement with my daddy girlfriend, she big-breasted Shoved her tongue all the way down my prepubescent throat, I was molested Teleport, mama got arrested, teleport, houses roaches infested Teleport, first time got arrested, teleport, teleport, teleport Daddy looked me in my face and said he had no son I'm 12 years old, but maybe 11, and I've been abandoned by everyone (teleport) Shot my homie's gun (teleport), get kicked out of school (teleport) Now I'm on the run (teleport), watch me act a fool (teleport) 'Til the day I was kidnapped by this cracker white boy and hoped I'd get back They dreamin' 'bout millions, hopin' I'd get that (teleport) Now I'm 28 at the Garden and it's sold out Like some people say I did with my career But I made it through that shit I grew up with, and I'm still here Bitch, let me teleport to February 6th, 2020 Fuck rap, this the day that nobody could take from me The day my son was born, I saw the whole world differently I'm not defined by my past, this a different me And you can teleport the fuck up out my face if you feel differently Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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