See You Space Cowboy... (Explicit) - 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
