Letra de Come On Down - Logic

(Feat. ["Jordan Harris"])

We got Daquan here

Come On Down

Now Daquan is from South East DC

He says he is willing to sell his soul to make it in the music industry

And today Daquan I believe we can this a reality

But-but before we make the sa-satanic act of reality

We have to ask

Are you ready for the blood sacrific?

Are you ready to leave your life of love and holiness behind?

I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down)

I want the gold, I want the chains, I want it, I want it (Nigga, come on down)

Never had nothing but soul, never had nothing but hustle (Nigga, come on down)

Wannabe loved, I wannabe famous, I wannabe rich (Nigga, come on down)

I wannabe be anything, wannabe anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down)

Lemme get it all, get the money, get the women motherfucker better give me like ten of them

Glock 9's I got ten of them

My enemies I gotta get rid of them

Since I was a little boy I wanted to be loved

Wanted to be hugged, but the streets wanted me to thug

Sweep my emotions up under my rug

Then call the plug, to sell me some drugs to sell to my people to smoke on a nub

Sipping liquor by the jug

I'm trying to borrow down these feelings inside of me

Can't speak on the things that done happen to me as a child, I'm talking about sodomy

Oh no I can't let them see that side of me

Therapy that shit right there for them white folk

I sell crack like white yolk

Police they got me walking on a tight rope

Want me on sight 'cause I sell dope

So I'd rather just sell my soul

Getting this money my goal

I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down)

I want the gold, I want the chains, I want it, I want it (Nigga, come on down)

Never had nothing but soul, never had nothing but hustle (Nigga, come on down)

Wannabe loved, I wannabe famous, I wannabe rich (Nigga, come on down)

I wannabe be anything, wannabe anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down)

Most folks think gangstas like what they do

Think they enjoy killing their own brothers and sisters

By ruining our streets with bullet shells and narcotics

Most people think that shit cool, think again

Why you think they call it the trap playboy?

We just trying to escape by any means

But we mostly end up escaping through death

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