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Logic

30,000

 

30,000

(album: Young Sinatra - 2011)


"Wake up, you bitch-ass
Cracker-ass motherfucker, sike, nah"

[Logic:]
See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to
And you don't understand but in the end you ain't supposed to
I'm talking first class, 30,000 feet under my ass
Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash
Now I'm living a life that you and yours could only dream about
And just a couple years ago this shit I used to scheme about
Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror
Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer
See this that new school style but the flow remind you of them old days
Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like snow days
Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first renaissance
'96 Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis

"Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real?
I love the way your lyrics make me feel"
Roll it and get high, light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30,000 feet up in the sky
I got em' saying
"Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real?
I love the way your lyrics make me feel"
Roll it and get high, light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30,000 feet up in the sky

[Erykah Badu:]
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye

[Logic:]
So many people think that they know my whole situation
Conversations with people that handle public relations
Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations
Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason
It ain't nothing, never folding or bluffing
Get money, fuck bitches but respect women 'cause we love em'
Kiss em', touch em' and rub em'
Fuck em' but never grub em'
Hit it fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin
Shorty giving me brain until concussion
The club run out of vodka the second we rush in
Never under estimate the power in which I'm busting
My lyricism got yo girl blushing
Ain't even touch her and yet she gushing (ha)
Award shows, chilling with all my bros
Three-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordans, I suppose

"Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real?
I love the way your lyrics make me feel"
Roll it and get high, light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30,000 feet up in the sky
I got em' saying
"Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real?
I love the way your lyrics make me feel"
Roll it and get high, light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30,000 feet up in the sky

[Erykah Badu:]
Out my mind I'm tussling
Back and forth 'tween here and hustling
I don't wanna time travel no mo'
I wanna be here, my thinking
Say, on this porch I'm rocking
Back and forth like Lightning Hopkins
So if anybody speak to Scotty
Tell him, "Beam me up!"

done

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