Letra de Paradise II (Album Version) - Logic

(Feat. Norah Jones)

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la

Cruisin' through the borderlands, catch a vibe

Fatherhood my hustle, nowadays I'm makin' music on the side

I confide in the page, weed smoke fill the air like sage

Thirty-two my age, I spot a couple grays

Feel my blood pressure raise

No longer are the days of my childhood

My priority nowadays is makin' sure my wife and my child good

Steppin' to me, I wish you would

Lord of the Rings, my bling shine like Elijah Wood (Ah-ah-ah)

Yeah, the lows be low, but the highs be good

Beneath the sheets like an Isley would

I pick up the mic, oh my God, he good

Retired and came back just like they thought he would (Uh-uh)

Feel it and face 'em (Uh-uh)

I'm tryna face it (Uh-uh), the rest is basic, uh (Uh-uh)

Ayo, I want you to play this (Uh-uh) and vibe in the ride (Uh-uh)

I'm finally happy with the man (Uh-uh) on the inside

Full of pride (Uh-uh), full of fear

Been a decade, but I'm here, seein' clear

Different motivations, no longer the people that's up in my ear (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I woke up early on my born day like Nasir in '94 (Ah-ah-ah)

Three-hundred-sixty-five behind me now, plus one more

My physical frame made it beyond what they said it would

My debut album did better than Reddit said it would

Made it out the trap, but I got my gat, yeah, that's a fact

I'm runnin' it back, like, "What's up?"

From the cover of XXL to my moment of clarity (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

As I excel at Madison Square, I swear

The rap game will split your shit like an affair

Prepare for the worst

And this business shit can get grimy, got 'em all behind me

Come now, don't try me, 'cause I'm me, the God

Study bitches like I'm abroad

This is dad music, pick up the pen and know how to use it (Ah-ah-ah)

Plenty responsibility in me, know how to use it

Appreciative for what I got, 'cause people could lose it

Take these lyrics and use it (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Take the heart on my sleeve and transfuse it

I'm bleeding as you listen to what I'm reading (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

No longer needing approval and feeding into the vision of the public

I'm above it, used to do it how they did it

'Cause I thought that's how you did it, now I do it 'cause I love it

I don't covet everything they got that I don't (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Let me out of the water

Let me into your sunny day

Let me out, out of the water

Let me into your sunny day

Get me out of this water

Let me into your sunny day

Get me out of this water

Let me into your sunny day

Stop tryna make it right

Gotta get it nice and light

Won't you take me for a ride?

Take me into paradise

Gotta keep our heads tonight

Even if it makes a fight

Take me into paradise

Here I am in paradise

Ah shit, we out of gas

Yo, I gotta pull up in this gas station right quick

Yo, I'll pump, y'all grab some jacks here

Did your fat ass just say get some snacks?

Hahaha, psych, nah, psych, nah

Yo, I said "jacks", nigga, fuck you

Man, I'm just playin' with you bro, I said "psych, nah"

Nah, nigga, you can't just be saying "psych, nah" like it's all fuckin' good

Aight man, damn

Ayy, nigga, I think this nigga really do need some snacks

Hahaha

Ayy!

What's up?

Lemme get some Cheetos

Ayy, d– ayy, Logic, look, shawty at the register kinda bad, you know what I'm sayin'?

Mm, God damn, hey girl, can I get a pack of Newports?

And some Cheetos

(Um, my name's not girl, it's Nikki)

Nah, nah, nah, you see my homie over there?

(Yeah?)

Well, he's a rapper and we got this show tonight

If you give me your number, I can put you on the VIP list

(That scrawny little white boy is a rapper? Haha, I'm good)

Come on Nikki, don't be that way, I was just tryna, you know

Everybody get your fuckin' hands up!

(Ahh!)

Open the register, bitch!

(Oh shit!)

I said "now", bitch! You wanna die today?

Oh shit, what the fuck, hey, hey, hey

You two, hands up!

Ayy, chill bro, chill, God damn, what the–

Put the money in the bag!

Ayy, Logic

What? What?

Ayy, nigga, get on your knees

What? What? No, I'm not gonna suck his dick, man

Nah, nah, nigga, get on your hands and knees and I'ma push him over you, nigga

Oh, ok, oh, alright, yeah

Yeah, bitch

Ayy, punk!

Fuck you say?

Logic!

Oh shit, yo, I'm good

Logic!

Nah, nah, nah, I'm good, yo, this fuckin'–

This dude shot himself in the head when he– when he fell down

Ayy, ayy, bro, you alright?

Yeah, I just– I just never seen a nigga's brains before

You haven't?

You have?

Yeah man, when I was like nine, I was just–

Yo, what the fuck happened? Y'all alright?

Yeah, yeah, yo, this dude he– he tried to rob the place and he– he–

(You saved me)

Ha, girl, you know it ain't no thing, I was just, you know

What? No, no, no, he ain't saved you bitch, we saved you

(How can I ever possibly repay you?)

You know, I was just doing what anybody woulda done for us

(I'll do anything)

Anything?

(Anything)

Shit, suck a nigga dick or some'

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