See You Space Cowboy... (Clean)歌词-Logic

See You Space Cowboy... (Clean)歌词由Logic演唱，出自专辑《Bobby Tarantino III》，下面是《See You Space Cowboy... (Clean)》完整版歌词！

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See You Space Cowboy... (Clean) - Logic

Lyrics by：Fabio Aguilar/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Keanu Torres/Kamaal Ibn John Fareed/Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad/Malik Izaak Taylor

Composed by：Fabio Aguilar/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Keanu Torres/Kamaal Ibn John Fareed/Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad/Malik Izaak Taylor

Yeah yeah uh

Grammy-nominated never won it though

Don't need it but deep down I want it though

Bank account still on a hunnid though

My bank account still on a hunnid

But that don't mean s**t that don't mean that I'm s**t

It's just me and my clique and we rhymin' and s**t

Ain't no drama and s**t now I'm throwin' a fit

Watch me throwin' a fit and get lit like I'm Evel Knievil

Just me and my people we call this the sequel to Under Pressure

Ain't no need to measure who the best

F**k around and know who the best

Who give a s**t

I just spit about this and I know what I love

R-A-double-T I put nothing above

Like that thing in the glove

From Maryland to LA I'm a motherf**king boss at the bars

And I'm down for the cause who's down for the cause

Take a step back hold up

L-O-G-I-C

Put the city on the map with the city on my back

Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back

L-O-G-I-C

Don't be scared to murk 'em all

Heard 'em all watch 'em all

Get up all watch 'em all get a ball

L-O-G-I-C

When you grow up in a hood without a male role model

And your momma turn to the bottle

Give a d**n about status who the baddest

I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be

This s**t is systemic inside of us B' the media lie to us B'

They tell us we can be whoever we want to be

And when we try what they tell us

What they tell us

What they tell us

To live more realistically

Ayy

F**k that get the f**k back f**k rap and all that noise

Growing up how I grew up I really never had a choice

Had killers and murderers in my house and they was all of my boys

But deep down I always knew better knew that s**t I need to avoid

Ayy ayo

I got a lot on my mind

Got a lot of work ahead of me

I'm tryna maintain balance of my time

Never want to let it bottle up like everything fine

That's how you go crazy and end up in the pond

I've been talkin' to my therapist

Rhymes I've been writin' so hot you would think it was in Arabic

Flow bomb like a terrorist never careless

I got soul like parish yeah from Tokyo to Paris

My b***h bad stay with money like a heiress

Time with my wife and my son what I cherish

Logic：

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Logic/Little Bobby：

Alright well I guess I just I woke up one day

And I was like "You know what

I kinda feel like rapping again"

You know what I'm saying

So I did

And I been chillin' with little Bobby and his fine a*s momma

And we out here in the country

Shooting guns riding dirt bikes and s**t

And I was just like "Man I want to do this"

So I invited all the homies in the middle of nowhere

And uhh we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP three-peat

Off the cuff just for fun

Just for the summer just for all the homies

But we actually out here recording this album

It's going to be my last studio-album on DefJam

So it's going to be a vibe

It's just going to be fun you know just a fun thing

You know me I'm a nerd I love hip-hop man

I love you listening I love the fans

We doing this s**t for the fans man

Whole time I was gone they was like "Come back come back"

And I was like "Nah"

And then now I'm like "Yeah alright I'm back"

I love y'all so much RATTPACK baby

Yeah

Little Bobby

Dadda Momma