Logic - See You Space Cowboy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Logic - See You Space Cowboy (en) Lyrics
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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 (Ayy)
But that don't mean shit, that
don't mean that I'm shit
It's just me and my clique
and we bombin' this shit
Ain't no drama and shit,
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
Fuck around and know who the best
Who give a shit? 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 motherfucking
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,
hurt '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 damn about status,
who the baddest
I just wanna be the raddest
dad as I can be
This shit is systemic inside of
us B', the media lie to us B'
They tell us we can be
whoever we want to be
And then when we try, what they
tell us? (What they tell us?)
What they tell us? To live
more realistically (Ayy)
Fuck that, get the fuck back,
fuck 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 shit I need to avoid
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 bitch bad, stay with
money like a heiress
Time with my wife and my
son what I cherish
Just try to relax your mind
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 ass momma and
we out here in the country.
Shooting guns, riding dirt bikes
and shit 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, 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 shit 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)
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!