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Logic

Screwed Up

 

Screwed Up

(album: Logic: The Mixtape - 2009)


Are you asking me? I can't do it! I don't know how to make it sound sexy
Yeah, we gon' slow this down for y'all one time, you know what I mean?
Show you a little bit of versatility on my end
Let's show you how we do it
Listen to this, nigga

Uh, yeah, uh yeah
I don't give a damn if I'm hated, I'll leave you dilapidated
I want that cheese in bulk, fuck a slice, I'ma grated
I give more than you, homie I'm John Q
I'ma a younging that giving his heart a donor, but you
Ain't got a clue, I call you Silver Stone
Bring punches like I'm Stalone 'cause I'm rocking 'em
On the rise fast like I'm stocking 'em
Everybody hear Logic then everybody jocking 'em
I bring sole like Nike, I love life like Mike
Nobody like me
Step on the stage, everybody like me
Drop at least a track a day
Homie, I'm tryna fill a 30 gig
This is nothing but dedication, yeah, you gotta dig
Keep it blunt like when I spit game
Baby girl, I'm yo' next man, soon to be yo' ex man
'Cause I'm so beast, I'm an animal
Fuck the pussy, but never eat you, I ain't no cannibal

Yeah
This what I'm talking about
Aight, I'ma get lit up on y'all one time

When the honey's walk by, you know they always slipping
'Cause I leave 'em dripping
Holla at yo' boy, I'm down to dipping
Yeah, I'm from the East Coast, but this flow is grain gripping
My qualifications exceed great like Britain
I don't sell 'caine 'cause these tracks what I'm flipping
I'm looking for that money you can store up in yo' mattress
So if you wanna shine, you can shine and they can't tax it
Rubbers for my bitches, but my wifey get the plastic
I spit fire like that boy, that beat is so fantastic
Keep the flow suspenseful and the punchlines stay drastic
I'ma drop tracks 'til they drop me in the casket
Step around my way, motherfuckers, and get blasted
Yeah, you biting like that Dawn of the Dead
And I'ma be that character to put one in yo' head
You looking for the brains and you also found the brawn
They should call me James 'cause I'm balling like Lebron

Sitting sideways, paused in a daze
Sitting sideways, paused in a daze
Sitting sideways, paused in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?