[00:00.00] 作词 : Logic
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Logic
[00:00.00]I’m on the come up
[00:00.96]Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
[00:02.55]Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
[00:04.25]I grind till the sun up
[00:05.30]Homie that’s dedication
[00:06.47]This world is what I’m facing
[00:07.86]I only hope in the end
[00:09.24]That they all love and embrace me
[00:11.02]
[00:11.20]I’m trying to write my wrongs,
[00:12.82]But its funny
[00:13.63]These same wrongs helped me write this song
[00:15.38]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
[00:18.44]I apologize a trillion times
[00:21.23]
[00:21.42]Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and
[00:22.54]Follow your dreams
[00:23.48]First you saw the bigger picture
[00:24.52]Now you see behind the scenes
[00:25.93]You though everything was sweet
[00:27.21]Now you see that shit is mean
[00:28.60]Got a taste now you a fiend
[00:30.17]Been into it since you been a teen
[00:31.66]
[00:31.81]Yeah he nice so all his friends
[00:32.78]Say he gon’ blow like Hiros*im
[00:34.27]Eyes on the prize like the baddest b***h
[00:36.31]You ever seen
[00:37.35]At home late night, chillin, envisioning
[00:39.70]Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
[00:42.57]
[00:42.76]But everything ain’t what it seems
[00:43.88]Though it seem like he gon’ blow
[00:45.29]Will he make it?
[00:46.13]Maybe so
[00:46.83]Too be honest I don’t know
[00:48.14]
[00:48.32]He got lyrics, he got flow
[00:49.52]But it takes so much mo’
[00:50.65]So much love
[00:51.67]So much pain
[00:52.37]With such little time to grow
[00:53.68]
[00:53.83]Yeah we love it when he smile
[00:54.83]But hate it when he frown
[00:56.26]Remember when that girl
[00:57.70]Turned his world upside down
[00:58.95]But it made his music better
[01:00.65]Brought emotion made it clever
[01:01.96]Now we growing everyday
[01:03.00]But he hungry try to eat
[01:04.60]
[01:04.75]Brain like en EKG the way
[01:06.24]That he study the best
[01:07.16]Now we know that he gon’ make it
[01:08.75]And he won’t accept defeat
[01:10.06]Now I ain’t trying to be mean
[01:12.12]Now I ain’t trying to be mean
[01:15.36]But everything ain’t what it seem
[01:17.11]
[01:17.29]I’m trying to write my wrongs,
[01:18.91]But its funny
[01:19.77]These same wrongs helped me write this song
[01:21.60]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
[01:24.63]I apologize a trillion times
[01:27.45]
[01:27.64]So many times have I designed a rhyme
[01:29.62]To blow your mind
[01:30.51]Cuz I know that I wasn’t destined
[01:32.18]To live a life of crime
[01:33.36]I remember Chris**as’s with no presents
[01:35.58]I use to fear my future
[01:36.99]Now I dread my adolescence
[01:38.45]
[01:38.63]Living a life as logic
[01:39.65]But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be
[01:41.01]Cuz if I couldn’t rap
[01:42.06]Ya’ll wouldn’t give a **** about me
[01:43.78]Hip hop is politics
[01:44.80]Filled with nothing but strife and stress
[01:46.97]Time is money and it’s hard to invest
[01:49.42]
[01:49.63]Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet
[01:51.88]Rocking thousand dollar tuxes sippin
[01:53.39]On nothing but Moet
[01:54.83]Thinking I’m so set
[01:55.98]But really I ain’t done shit yet
[01:57.36]This game is war and in my mind
[01:59.04]I’m like a Vietnam vet
[02:00.21]
[02:00.42]Now I’m on the come up
[02:01.96]Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
[02:03.40]Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
[02:05.44]I grind till the sun up
[02:06.40]Homie that’s dedication
[02:07.58]This world is what I’m facing
[02:09.04]I only hope in the end
[02:10.50]That they all love and embrace me
[02:12.04]
[02:12.23]I’m trying to write my wrongs,
[02:14.08]But its funny
[02:14.47]These same wrongs helped me write this song
[02:16.67]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
[02:19.70]I apologize a trillion times
[02:22.75]
[02:22.94]For the mother****ers that hated I made it
[02:25.03]Slowly elevated,
[02:25.89]Escalated onto another level ha
[02:28.42]My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah
[02:31.11]Fame is Bobby on their first date
[02:32.39]It ain’t hit me yet
[02:33.46]
[02:33.67]Visualizing driving down the horizon
[02:35.42]While you despising the fact
[02:37.23]That I’m rising
[02:38.35]So much hate within this world this shit
[02:40.13]Is so traumatizing
[02:41.07]Steppin to me yeah
[02:41.77]You better be alphabetically ready
[02:43.50]Aim steady
[02:44.75]Lyricism sharp as machete
[02:45.79]I got it already
[02:47.23]
[02:47.39]See I was born to sell records
[02:48.54]You was destined to sell tunes
[02:49.92]All up your headphones
[02:51.38]Killing booths like cellphones
[02:53.08]I got it
[02:53.74]
[02:54.55]Cuz everything ain’t what is seems
[02:56.37]It ain’t just him it takes a team
[02:57.52]At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean
[03:00.42]Yeah the quarterback s*ines
[03:01.89]But not without a sense of safety
[03:03.17]So truly he is me
[03:04.18]And mother****er you can’t face me
[03:06.20]
[03:06.38]Now I’ve had a lot of doubt
[03:07.16]I thought I had throw that out
[03:08.68]Cuz I find that they listen
[03:09.91]When I rhyme not when I shout
[03:11.50]
[03:11.68]And right now shit is rocky
[03:12.88]With me and my girl
[03:14.27]See music is my moon
[03:15.47]But this shawty is my world
[03:17.04]Think about you all the time
[03:18.19]Turn that shit into a rhyme
[03:19.81]Cuz sometimes you can ignore me
[03:21.16]But the beat listens just fine
[03:22.57]
[03:22.76]Tell me do you even know
[03:23.70]If you truly want to grow
[03:25.08]Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones
[03:27.64]All I know
[03:27.85]Cuz eveything ain’t what it seems
[03:29.37]
[03:29.55]
[03:30.07]I’m trying to write my wrongs,
[03:31.40]But its funny
[03:31.82]These same wrongs helped me write this song
[03:33.99]Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
[03:36.65]I apologize a trillion times
[03:38.93]
[03:39.11]Living a life you only dream about
[03:40.63]Flow angelic but now
[03:41.83]It’s time to bring the demon out
[03:43.03]Can you feel me ?
[03:44.31]I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body
[03:47.39]You know its hard living as Logic
[03:49.25]After living as Bobby
[03:50.08]
[03:50.24]This is the life I depicted
[03:51.36]As a child picked it
[03:52.51]Feeling conflicted
[03:53.50]To music I am addicted
[03:54.68]Not one of ya’ll can predict it
[03:55.83]
[03:56.12]So many bars I’m feeling convicted
[03:57.89]Now writing like a felony
[03:59.28]I’m selling homie who you telling
[04:00.37]While ya’ll do everything by the book shit
[04:02.46]That I’m rebelling
[04:03.56]
[04:03.85]B***h I’m on another level
[04:05.02]A level you ain’t seen
[04:05.99]A level that is truly only deemed for a king
[04:08.63]The second you listen
[04:10.01]It’s my mission to murder any rendition
[04:11.21]
[04:11.37]Busting with precision
[04:12.76]If you in my vision I’m never missing
[04:13.83]Logic administer sinister verses
[04:16.33]Like a minister for the listener
[04:18.01]Can you mother****ers feel me ?
[04:20.93]

作词 : Logic
作曲 : Logic
I’m on the come up
Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
I grind till the sun up
Homie that’s dedication
This world is what I’m facing
I only hope in the end
That they all love and embrace me
I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times
Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and
Follow your dreams
First you saw the bigger picture
Now you see behind the scenes
You though everything was sweet
Now you see that shit is mean
Got a taste now you a fiend
Been into it since you been a teen
Yeah he nice so all his friends
Say he gon’ blow like Hiros*im
Eyes on the prize like the baddest b***h
You ever seen
At home late night, chillin, envisioning
Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
But everything ain’t what it seems
Though it seem like he gon’ blow
Will he make it?
Maybe so
Too be honest I don’t know
He got lyrics, he got flow
But it takes so much mo’
So much love
So much pain
With such little time to grow
Yeah we love it when he smile
But hate it when he frown
Remember when that girl
Turned his world upside down
But it made his music better
Brought emotion made it clever
Now we growing everyday
But he hungry try to eat
Brain like en EKG the way
That he study the best
Now we know that he gon’ make it
And he won’t accept defeat
Now I ain’t trying to be mean
Now I ain’t trying to be mean
But everything ain’t what it seem
I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times
So many times have I designed a rhyme
To blow your mind
Cuz I know that I wasn’t destined
To live a life of crime
I remember Chris**as’s with no presents
I use to fear my future
Now I dread my adolescence
Living a life as logic
But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be
Cuz if I couldn’t rap
Ya’ll wouldn’t give a **** about me
Hip hop is politics
Filled with nothing but strife and stress
Time is money and it’s hard to invest
Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet
Rocking thousand dollar tuxes sippin
On nothing but Moet
Thinking I’m so set
But really I ain’t done shit yet
This game is war and in my mind
I’m like a Vietnam vet
Now I’m on the come up
Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
I grind till the sun up
Homie that’s dedication
This world is what I’m facing
I only hope in the end
That they all love and embrace me
I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times
For the mother****ers that hated I made it
Slowly elevated,
Escalated onto another level ha
My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah
Fame is Bobby on their first date
It ain’t hit me yet
Visualizing driving down the horizon
While you despising the fact
That I’m rising
So much hate within this world this shit
Is so traumatizing
Steppin to me yeah
You better be alphabetically ready
Aim steady
Lyricism sharp as machete
I got it already
See I was born to sell records
You was destined to sell tunes
All up your headphones
Killing booths like cellphones
I got it
Cuz everything ain’t what is seems
It ain’t just him it takes a team
At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean
Yeah the quarterback s*ines
But not without a sense of safety
So truly he is me
And mother****er you can’t face me
Now I’ve had a lot of doubt
I thought I had throw that out
Cuz I find that they listen
When I rhyme not when I shout
And right now shit is rocky
With me and my girl
See music is my moon
But this shawty is my world
Think about you all the time
Turn that shit into a rhyme
Cuz sometimes you can ignore me
But the beat listens just fine
Tell me do you even know
If you truly want to grow
Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones
All I know
Cuz eveything ain’t what it seems

I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times
Living a life you only dream about
Flow angelic but now
It’s time to bring the demon out
Can you feel me ?
I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body
You know its hard living as Logic
After living as Bobby
This is the life I depicted
As a child picked it
Feeling conflicted
To music I am addicted
Not one of ya’ll can predict it
So many bars I’m feeling convicted
Now writing like a felony
I’m selling homie who you telling
While ya’ll do everything by the book shit
That I’m rebelling
B***h I’m on another level
A level you ain’t seen
A level that is truly only deemed for a king
The second you listen
It’s my mission to murder any rendition
Busting with precision
If you in my vision I’m never missing
Logic administer sinister verses
Like a minister for the listener
Can you mother****ers feel me ?