ฟังเพลงBLACKWHITEBOY (Clean)

BLACKWHITEBOY (Clean) - Logic

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Lakhari Theodore Boyd

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Lakhari Theodore Boyd

Ooh ooh hoo hoo hoo

It's crazy how some people could hear this and think they know what to say

But they don't know what to say

Nuts

This right here though

This

Huh yeah yeah there we go

Bars

Yo that's what I'm f**kin' talkin' about

Yeah uh

Still in the game with ya

Wettin' fools like when the rain hit ya

Music movies and families I'm a lane switcher

Ready to get ya now

My flow make you rethink your whole f**kin' style

Nick Cannon on these motherf**kers Bobby goin' wild

As a youngin' as a child I was dreamin' for this

Fiendin' for this listen lean in with this

I'm the definition of a try hard

The lyrical miracle God

Do anything just for the applause

All up in your face with some s**t you can't avoid

Yeah that's black white boy finna push you into the void

I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd

And I ain't got time to diss you

I'd rather dismiss you and sell more records

Than you did in your first week with a reissue

Claiming you the greatest but is you

I do this for Kenny do this for Cole

Do this s**t for the GZA and the whole clan fo' sho'

I do this for Mos' do this for Thought do this for Dilla on the for real'a

But don't let me start showin' love cause I won't be able to stop

Made fifty million when I went pop

But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic bars drop

I respect this generation but I need the hardest bars you can provide

I'm taxing you with inflation

Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason

I got verses like Freddy Jason

F**kin' amazing woo

You have to do it again so people don't think it's a fluke

You have to do it again one more time let's go

Yo you are walking hand to hand with a real one

I'm still one

I'm tryna slice open my veins just to feel somethin'

Spill my blood on the page blood on the leaves

Blood flowing down my arm from the heart on my sleeve

We keep it real all the time boy you best believe

I love rap and had to leave meanwhile the media like to perceive

That I was never welcome and these record labels thieves

Sample Tribe Called Quest and have to pay Lou Reed

A hundred percent

Pick up the mic and I'mma vent

F**k all that s**t

Yo ay f**k rap let's dead it

Everything that I could rap about already said it

I'd rather give you these melodies

Kill the game so many times it's no longer a felony

What the f**k is you telling me you ain't selling me

Do what you used to do and do it over and over

How 'bout you suck my d**k and accept it's over

It's a new chapter in the country whippin' a Raptor

The realest I've ever been it's far from SAG AFTRA

Really used to give a f**k but now it's just laughter

Happily ever after prolly not but I have to have hope

Used to obsess over being d**e

But the industry too cut throat

They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes

One album on the champed and the next I'm the villain

Do the thing we like or else it's f**k you and your feelings

I was spread thin just about ready to let the led in

Breaking down on stage that s**t I can't evade

I open up about my feelings they call me a faggot

F**k you I had it

Mentality was shattered

Wanna know why I retired

Cause I was uninspired

And everything was f**k you pay me

Speak my mind they turn around and wanna play me

Try something different then they say I'm not the same me

You can never tame me

I'd rather fail trying something new than doing the same s**t every day

F**k you

Haha

It's Logic