作词 : Logic 作曲 : Logic I’m on the come up Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning I grind till the sun up Homie that’s dedication This world is what I’m facing I only hope in the end That they all love and embrace me
I’m trying to write my wrongs, But its funny These same wrongs helped me write this song Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 I apologize a trillion times
Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and Follow your dreams First you saw the bigger picture Now you see behind the scenes You though everything was sweet Now you see that s*it is mean Got a taste now you a fiend Been into it since you been a teen
Yeah he nice so all his friends Say he gon’ blow like Hiros*im Eyes on the prize like the baddest ***** You ever seen At home late night, chillin, envisioning Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
But everything ain’t what it seems Though it seem like he gon’ blow Will he make it? Maybe so Too be honest I don’t know
He got lyrics, he got flow But it takes so much mo’ So much love So much pain With such little time to grow
Yeah we love it when he smile But hate it when he frown Remember when that girl Turned his world upside down But it made his music better Brought emotion made it clever Now we growing everyday But he hungry try to eat
Brain like en EKG the way That he study the best Now we know that he gon’ make it And he won’t accept defeat Now I ain’t trying to be mean Now I ain’t trying to be mean But everything ain’t what it seem
I’m trying to write my wrongs, But its funny These same wrongs helped me write this song Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 I apologize a trillion times
So many times have I designed a rhyme To blow your mind Cuz I know that I wasn’t destined To live a life of crime I remember Chris**as’s with no presents I use to fear my future Now I dread my adolescence
Living a life as logic But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be Cuz if I couldn’t rap Ya’ll wouldn’t give a **** about me Hip hop is politics Filled with nothing but strife and stress Time is money and it’s hard to invest
Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet Rocking thousand dollar tuxes sippin On nothing but Moet Thinking I’m so set But really I ain’t done s*it yet This game is war and in my mind I’m like a Vietnam vet
Now I’m on the come up Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning I grind till the sun up Homie that’s dedication This world is what I’m facing I only hope in the end That they all love and embrace me
I’m trying to write my wrongs, But its funny These same wrongs helped me write this song Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 I apologize a trillion times
For the motherf****rs that hated I made it Slowly elevated, Escalated onto another level ha My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah Fame is Bobby on their first date It ain’t hit me yet
Visualizing driving down the horizon While you despising the fact That I’m rising So much hate within this world this s*it Is so traumatizing Steppin to me yeah You better be alphabetically ready Aim steady Lyricism sharp as machete I got it already
See I was born to sell records You was destined to sell tunes All up your headphones Killing booths like cellphones I got it
Cuz everything ain’t what is seems It ain’t just him it takes a team At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean Yeah the quarterback s*ines But not without a sense of safety So truly he is me And motherf****r you can’t face me
Now I’ve had a lot of doubt I thought I had throw that out Cuz I find that they listen When I rhyme not when I shout
And right now s*it is rocky With me and my girl See music is my moon But this shawty is my world Think about you all the time Turn that s*it into a rhyme Cuz sometimes you can ignore me But the beat listens just fine
Tell me do you even know If you truly want to grow Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones All I know Cuz eveything ain’t what it seems
I’m trying to write my wrongs, But its funny These same wrongs helped me write this song Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 I apologize a trillion times
Living a life you only dream about Flow angelic but now It’s time to bring the demon out Can you feel me ? I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body You know its hard living as Logic After living as Bobby
This is the life I depicted As a child picked it Feeling conflicted To music I am addicted Not one of ya’ll can predict it
So many bars I’m feeling convicted Now writing like a felony I’m selling homie who you telling While ya’ll do everything by the book **** That I’m rebelling
***** I’m on another level A level you ain’t seen A level that is truly only deemed for a king The second you listen It’s my mission to murder any rendition
Busting with precision If you in my vision I’m never missing Logic administer sinister verses Like a minister for the listener Can you motherf****rs feel me ?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Logic [00:00.000] 作曲 : Logic [00:00.00]I’m on the come up [00:00.96]Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up [00:02.55]Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning [00:04.25]I grind till the sun up [00:05.30]Homie that’s dedication [00:06.47]This world is what I’m facing [00:07.86]I only hope in the end [00:09.24]That they all love and embrace me [00:11.02] [00:11.20]I’m trying to write my wrongs, [00:12.82]But its funny [00:13.63]These same wrongs helped me write this song [00:15.38]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 [00:18.44]I apologize a trillion times [00:21.23] [00:21.42]Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and [00:22.54]Follow your dreams [00:23.48]First you saw the bigger picture [00:24.52]Now you see behind the scenes [00:25.93]You though everything was sweet [00:27.21]Now you see that s*it is mean [00:28.60]Got a taste now you a fiend [00:30.17]Been into it since you been a teen [00:31.66] [00:31.81]Yeah he nice so all his friends [00:32.78]Say he gon’ blow like Hiros*im [00:34.27]Eyes on the prize like the baddest ***** [00:36.31]You ever seen [00:37.35]At home late night, chillin, envisioning [00:39.70]Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine [00:42.57] [00:42.76]But everything ain’t what it seems [00:43.88]Though it seem like he gon’ blow [00:45.29]Will he make it? [00:46.13]Maybe so [00:46.83]Too be honest I don’t know [00:48.14] [00:48.32]He got lyrics, he got flow [00:49.52]But it takes so much mo’ [00:50.65]So much love [00:51.67]So much pain [00:52.37]With such little time to grow [00:53.68] [00:53.83]Yeah we love it when he smile [00:54.83]But hate it when he frown [00:56.26]Remember when that girl [00:57.70]Turned his world upside down [00:58.95]But it made his music better [01:00.65]Brought emotion made it clever [01:01.96]Now we growing everyday [01:03.00]But he hungry try to eat [01:04.60] [01:04.75]Brain like en EKG the way [01:06.24]That he study the best [01:07.16]Now we know that he gon’ make it [01:08.75]And he won’t accept defeat [01:10.06]Now I ain’t trying to be mean [01:12.12]Now I ain’t trying to be mean [01:15.36]But everything ain’t what it seem [01:17.11] [01:17.29]I’m trying to write my wrongs, [01:18.91]But its funny [01:19.77]These same wrongs helped me write this song [01:21.60]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 [01:24.63]I apologize a trillion times [01:27.45] [01:27.64]So many times have I designed a rhyme [01:29.62]To blow your mind [01:30.51]Cuz I know that I wasn’t destined [01:32.18]To live a life of crime [01:33.36]I remember Chris**as’s with no presents [01:35.58]I use to fear my future [01:36.99]Now I dread my adolescence [01:38.45] [01:38.63]Living a life as logic [01:39.65]But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be [01:41.01]Cuz if I couldn’t rap [01:42.06]Ya’ll wouldn’t give a **** about me [01:43.78]Hip hop is politics [01:44.80]Filled with nothing but strife and stress [01:46.97]Time is money and it’s hard to invest [01:49.42] [01:49.63]Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet [01:51.88]Rocking thousand dollar tuxes sippin [01:53.39]On nothing but Moet [01:54.83]Thinking I’m so set [01:55.98]But really I ain’t done s*it yet [01:57.36]This game is war and in my mind [01:59.04]I’m like a Vietnam vet [02:00.21] [02:00.42]Now I’m on the come up [02:01.96]Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up [02:03.40]Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning [02:05.44]I grind till the sun up [02:06.40]Homie that’s dedication [02:07.58]This world is what I’m facing [02:09.04]I only hope in the end [02:10.50]That they all love and embrace me [02:12.04] [02:12.23]I’m trying to write my wrongs, [02:14.08]But its funny [02:14.47]These same wrongs helped me write this song [02:16.67]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 [02:19.70]I apologize a trillion times [02:22.75] [02:22.94]For the motherf****rs that hated I made it [02:25.03]Slowly elevated, [02:25.89]Escalated onto another level ha [02:28.42]My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah [02:31.11]Fame is Bobby on their first date [02:32.39]It ain’t hit me yet [02:33.46] [02:33.67]Visualizing driving down the horizon [02:35.42]While you despising the fact [02:37.23]That I’m rising [02:38.35]So much hate within this world this s*it [02:40.13]Is so traumatizing [02:41.07]Steppin to me yeah [02:41.77]You better be alphabetically ready [02:43.50]Aim steady [02:44.75]Lyricism sharp as machete [02:45.79]I got it already [02:47.23] [02:47.39]See I was born to sell records [02:48.54]You was destined to sell tunes [02:49.92]All up your headphones [02:51.38]Killing booths like cellphones [02:53.08]I got it [02:53.74] [02:54.55]Cuz everything ain’t what is seems [02:56.37]It ain’t just him it takes a team [02:57.52]At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean [03:00.42]Yeah the quarterback s*ines [03:01.89]But not without a sense of safety [03:03.17]So truly he is me [03:04.18]And motherf****r you can’t face me [03:06.20] [03:06.38]Now I’ve had a lot of doubt [03:07.16]I thought I had throw that out [03:08.68]Cuz I find that they listen [03:09.91]When I rhyme not when I shout [03:11.50] [03:11.68]And right now s*it is rocky [03:12.88]With me and my girl [03:14.27]See music is my moon [03:15.47]But this shawty is my world [03:17.04]Think about you all the time [03:18.19]Turn that s*it into a rhyme [03:19.81]Cuz sometimes you can ignore me [03:21.16]But the beat listens just fine [03:22.57] [03:22.76]Tell me do you even know [03:23.70]If you truly want to grow [03:25.08]Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones [03:27.64]All I know [03:27.85]Cuz eveything ain’t what it seems [03:29.37] [03:29.55] [03:30.07]I’m trying to write my wrongs, [03:31.40]But its funny [03:31.82]These same wrongs helped me write this song [03:33.99]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17 [03:36.65]I apologize a trillion times [03:38.93] [03:39.11]Living a life you only dream about [03:40.63]Flow angelic but now [03:41.83]It’s time to bring the demon out [03:43.03]Can you feel me ? [03:44.31]I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body [03:47.39]You know its hard living as Logic [03:49.25]After living as Bobby [03:50.08] [03:50.24]This is the life I depicted [03:51.36]As a child picked it [03:52.51]Feeling conflicted [03:53.50]To music I am addicted [03:54.68]Not one of ya’ll can predict it [03:55.83] [03:56.12]So many bars I’m feeling convicted [03:57.89]Now writing like a felony [03:59.28]I’m selling homie who you telling [04:00.37]While ya’ll do everything by the book **** [04:02.46]That I’m rebelling [04:03.56] [04:03.85]***** I’m on another level [04:05.02]A level you ain’t seen [04:05.99]A level that is truly only deemed for a king [04:08.63]The second you listen [04:10.01]It’s my mission to murder any rendition [04:11.21] [04:11.37]Busting with precision [04:12.76]If you in my vision I’m never missing [04:13.83]Logic administer sinister verses [04:16.33]Like a minister for the listener [04:18.01]Can you motherf****rs feel me ? [04:20.93]
