Walk On By (Explicit)歌词-Logic

Walk On By (Explicit)歌词由Logic演唱，出自专辑《YS Collection Vol. 1 (Explicit)》，下面是《Walk On By (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

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Walk On By (Explicit) - Logic

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Charles Dumazer/Burt Bacharach/Hal David

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Charles Dumazer/Burt Bacharach/Hal David

Is it still is it going

Yeah yeah

Alright

So we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and s**t is it recording

Alright for the real hip-hop mothaf**kas you know what I'm sayin'

Yeah yeah

Shout out to Bobby my engineer

It's a nice night in L.A

We're recordin' this mixtape and s**t

Workin' on the album at the same time

You know what I'm sayin'

Visionary boy

Yeah yeah uh yeah we gon' do it for 96'

Yeah

We gon' do it for hip-hop

Yeah second renaissance type s**t check it

Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke

Would get me riches like dealing coke

Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat

I heard them guns outside my window them gangsters would tote

Thought about the life I wanted picked up the pen and then wrote

While they was firing you could hear sirens

From people dialing and women crying in the phone

I was in the zone trying to make a living

Heading to work in the morning

Everyday felt like I was mourning as my dream was deceased

Until I quit my job then my work ethic increased

Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen

Stacking this cream living the American dream now

I'm going crazy I ain't slept in days

Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's

Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays

But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days

See I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation

From the smallest altercation that can lead to termination

With a rapper on every corner like the rest of the nation

Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations

As a youngin I was running wild

Me and my homies skipping school puffing on that loud

Doing s**t just to do it 'cause we wasn't allowed

I thought I understood the world but I was still a child yeah

Now when my mama was at home drinking thinking 'bout the bills

I was dreaming 'bout the mills running round looking for thrills

I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page

And paints a picture of another age

Back in West Deer Park chilling with shorties after dark

'Cause when the sun is down the police always want us down

'Til we get older and hustle now they try'na gun us down

We just trying to make a living off of what we've been given

Wassup

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on

They call me Logic yeah that's L-O-G-I-C

I ain't wrapped up in them b***hes I just write 'bout s**t I see

'Cause these lyrics set me free f**k the world let me be

And when I feel like I can't write that's when I hit the MPC

My talent limitless but time limited so listen up

If you can't see the s**t I see you better get your vision up

I'm the king watch me reign born to rule my domain

Album ain't even in stores they tryna sue me for my name

S**t insane so berserk never complained I just work

Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts

Back as a youngin spitting game tryna get the nut in

Living life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothing

My flow unkillable when I be murdering syllables

But I take my time slow it down check the rhyme

Perfectionist to the dime from the womb to the tomb

I be rapping 'til I'm dying doing everything I love

That's the life of a don skipping school sipping liquor

Tryna get this money quicker bad b***hes good w**d

That's the type of s**t I need

Lyrics bleed from my mind state

Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate

'Cause sometimes I be high and sometimes I be low

And sometimes I do s**t I thought I'd never do before

My life is like a movie role that's starring me got these women on me

I hit the club with all my homies and the drinks is on me

At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot

Pretty eyes nice lips Grey Goose what she sips

Both my hands on her hips 'til she puts them on her tits

Freak b***h want the d**k biting on her finger tip

I only f**k with nice girls I never do this type of s**t

I'm thinking 'bout hitting it raw s**t I must be wildin' out

But that p***y wet as hell I think it's time to end the drought

Then again she could be burning and that's not what I'm about

So I dipped out to live another day and die another night

'Cause when I'm gone that ain't gon' be the song that they recite

What up