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Logic

I Guess I Love It

 

I Guess I Love It

(album: Vinyl Days - 2022)


I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it
Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it
I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him
'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just being honest with him
The black sheep (Mmm-hmm), and the G.O.A.T. (Mmm-hmm)
Michael Jordan (Mmm-hmm), man a G.O.A.T. (Mmm-hmm)
Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat
Fish scale weigh ten whales and, umm, handle dope
Kyrie and the pope (Mmm-hmm), poetic justice
2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it
Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, umm, reconstruct it
Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzing
Give me the Valour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussing
Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cashus Claysam cooking Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down
In Miami, woah, shit, Logic

Logically, chronically, sonically (You, you, you, you, you, haha)

Ayy, I could give a fuck about this rap shit, homie
Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phoney
Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again
I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracing it in
Life's a trip though
Cash is dead, I took my money to the crib though
Blast the feds and now I'm reloading the clip though
Hahahaha, alright, oh my God, sipping la tasse, feeling posh
Flow so I'll, that shit was born in the triage
I got more tracks than heroin addicts
When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine
But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics
That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it
They said I couldn't, said I won't
I think I'm rapping like I don't give a fuck 'cause I don't
Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams
I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams
Now I understand that none of that is what it seems
It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness
If that's the only reason that you doing it
Well, I get it, and I'm still here doing it
I guess I love it, ha

Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature
Living now, we're living, not at all for you
Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Looking at the sky and the stars above
Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature
Living now, we're living, not at all for you
Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Looking at the sky and the stars above

done

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