Logic - 5AM (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Logic - 5AM (en) Lyrics
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I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't
have but never forgot it though
Brothers on the corner selling
crack like it was nada though
Walk inside my kitchen baking
soda all up on the floor
Police banging on the door
while gripping a .44
I was just a youngin' but this
type of shit I've seen before
Y'all see a white boy,
but my daddy a negro
Half breed motherfucker grip
the mic and he flow
I just wanna spread love, they
want me to bleed slow
I just wanna keep the peace
and help people
Give some of this money that
I'm making to the people
So if you hatin' on me
goddamn, you evil
And just don't understand 'cause
I'm flyer than Knievel
Been through a lot of shit
but I keep it on the D-Lo
Never bustin' in 'em streets
but I keep it G though
I ain't into fairy tales,
I'm just me, ho!
Only thing I talk about is
everything that we know
I heard you got a fucking problem,
bitch, I bet I beast
Ain't no need to reach,
I don't need a piece
I just kill 'em with kindness,
yeah, we leave ‘em deceased
And tell it like it is so now you
got it, capiche? Homie, what up?
Let me bring it back down
They think it's a game
right now (Yeah)
But it ain't the same right now,
know my name right now (Yeah)
Back where I came from now
We gon' live it up 'til
we bring it back down
They think it's a game right now
But it ain't the same right now,
know my name right now
I hope you live a long life hatin'
Now watch every Grammy just to
see who they nominating, uh
So successful they probably
say I signed with Satan
But I got God on my side,
always down to ride
Don't get it twisted, I ain't
perfect in the least
I'm still all up in your girl
jeans like a crease
Matter fact like a geneticist
These rappers' records comin'
out, they so repetitive
Shout out my homie Chance,
peace to Skizzy Mars
RattPack, homie Castro,
we dropping bars
It's all love, man that shit is ours
They never thought I'd make
it, shooting for the stars
Yeah, I'm a born sinner,
but it's a Cole world
Shout out my homies that know
me, can't forget my old girl
But that's a touchy subject
like a priest, whoa
I heard y'all finally eating over
there, we got a feast, though
Keep it RattPack 'til the beat go
You might not get the flow
now, let it seep though
Fans know my lyrics deeper
than the sea floor
But we dumb it down so they
spin it on the radio
Racism all up in 'em, that
shit is irrelevant
My flow is colorblind, rapping
for the hell of it
I don't give a fuck, my
mind-state celibate
Run quick, tell a bitch, rap
getting me hella rich
Out the blue like Ella Fitz,
my flow is so elegant
Death before dishonor, murderin'
rappers in front of they mama's
I rep Artanis, decipher the
word 'cause it's ebonics
Reverse the letters and it
spells Sinatra, yes, I gotcha,
bitch it's Logic
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