Letra de 38.9897 °N, 76.9378 °W - Logic

(Feat. C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo)

Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic

Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga

It was Logic, Michael Jackson, Prince, James Brown

Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse

With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him

Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

O— O— Over— Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch, I'm loaded up

Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut

Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me

Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom

Who I love, place no one above, none above

If you was there when I was starvin', you can pull up to grub

Over— Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, this life is not enough, you've really made it tough

This life is not enough, you've really made it tough

Can't say that I ain't never had doubts

I remember them days, it was trapped out

I remember them days, no place to stay

Fast forward, the crib got a back house

I remember them girls that went back out

Fast forward, I'm blowin' they back out

Fast forward, I'm throwin' these racks out

'Cause I know that I'ma get it back now, uh

From the cage to the stage

They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh

I'm faced by the shade they throwin'

I'm knowin' that no one can block the rays, uh

Through all of the years

The growin' kept goin', like, how are you not amazed?

Uh, through all of the years

Bein' broke as fuck, we finally got a break

Castro, Lenny, and Bobby, the energy godly

They lovin' the crew like it was the motley

6ix on the beat like he switch with Tommy

Over— Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, this life is not enough, you've really made it tough

This life is not enough, you've really made it tough (Uh)

Went from bein' around the block, bitch, to travelin' the planet

Took the treasure with the tragic, up and down, it's mathematics

Matthew C.P., never knew that we were makin' history

Just did it for the love, the future's such a mystery

Real all the time, be real to the grind

Never knew we'd make it through them dark days and shine, ha

Takin' it in, rakin' it in, money, we makin' again

Payin' the rent, now allow me to vent, now allow me to vent

Now allow me to light this straight, but shit can get so bad

Like time and space, feelin' interstellar, feelin' high as a propeller

Like I'm in a novella, like I am in a screen

I'm ready to scream, feel like I'm in between this world

And the next, it's so complex

I'm talkin' 'bout virtual space, I know my lyrics is all over the place

I'm writin' my raps in a different way, from back in the day, not—

Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

O— O— Over— Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch, I'm loaded up

Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut

Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me

Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom

Who I love, place no one above, none above

If you was there when I was starvin', you can pull up to grub

Damn, it's cold as shit

Where are we goin' in from?

Boss said he'd let us in through this door

Well, where is he?

He knows we're here, so he should come out any second

You boys ready?

Hell, yeah

(What's up, fellas, how y'all doin'?)

Hey, Boss, man, how you doin'? (What up, Boss? Hey, yo, what up, Boss?)

(Alright, GRVTY's got the camera set up)

(And everybody's good to go, y'all ready?)

Man, hell, yeah

(Alright, the stage is literally to the right of this door)

(So I'll go in and announce you, here's your mic)

Thanks a lot, bro

(Ayy, you alright, bro?)

Yeah, nah, I'm just— I'm just nervous, and still a little high

But I'm fuckin' hyped, man, this is gonna be crazy

(Alright, it's go time, baby, let's do this)

Yo, Logic, you got this shit, kill that shit

Yo, it's fuckin' crackin' in here

Man, that bitch is bad as shit

(Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here)

(They call me DJBossPlayer)

(If you came out here to turn up)

(Make some motherfuckin' noise right now)

(So, now, without further ado)

(I want y'all to make some motherfuckin' noise)

(For the spitter from Gaithersburg, Maryland)

(Make some noise for my boy, Logic)

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