作词 : Logic/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
作曲 : Logic/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
Yeah yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101 my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
I'm a dad this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement now that boy he full of life
Smoking dope high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though ayy yeah
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though yeah
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out but you ain't never had the chance
Uh uh circumstance
Uh uh way of life
Uh uh my decisions
Uh uh made 'em right
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101 my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
Ayy ayy
Operated while they waited will they love it will they hate it
Who gives a **** though
Rappers praying they next this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson
But **** it all it doesn't matter
Ayo I'm on a lyrical poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap you won't like my material shit
Love him or hate him everybody know Logic can spit
Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit the stage grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But I'm done now I got a son now
**** the rap game I'm done now
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101 my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life he ain't the same
Godd**n I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you c**ts okay
You want to hear about my everyday
I wake up I wake my son up then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do hard d**gs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't answer their questions I leave 'em in the dark bitch
Then I walk through the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but shit I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as ****
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans stan hella hardcore
Can I have a picture
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat a*s
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card at home thank God I brought some cash
Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my a*s
Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is this want you wanted everyday life material
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit 's boring
Made it out the basement now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shit ty
I mean why rap about everyday shit
When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101 my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
Hello no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro call me back
We couldn't get the ****ing Super Bowl sample cleared again so ****ing annoying bro
But honestly I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And just like flip ****in' freak the shit outta that joint
I think it could be crazy
Call me back I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
[00:00.00] 作词 : Logic/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Logic/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
[00:02.40]Yeah yeah
[00:07.55]Hahaha
[00:10.16]Ayy
[00:11.17]Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[00:12.74]Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
[00:16.23]Hit the studio with No I.D.
[00:17.82]Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
[00:21.09]On the 101 my wife text me
[00:23.07]Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
[00:26.25]Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[00:28.21]Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
[00:31.44]I'm a dad this my life
[00:32.88]This the type of shit I write
[00:34.03]I was hungry in the basement now that boy he full of life
[00:36.68]Smoking dope high as a kite
[00:37.93]Only when that babysitter at the crib though
[00:40.50]Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though ayy yeah
[00:43.17]Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though yeah
[00:47.25]'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
[00:49.95]And I love my wife like I am Chance
[00:52.02]I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
[00:54.36]If you had ever made it out but you ain't never had the chance
[00:57.34]Uh uh circumstance
[00:58.61]Uh uh way of life
[00:59.92]Uh uh my decisions
[01:01.20]Uh uh made 'em right
[01:03.07]Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[01:04.59]Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
[01:08.26]Hit the studio with No I.D.
[01:09.67]Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
[01:12.94]On the 101 my wife text me
[01:14.98]Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
[01:18.15]Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[01:20.18]Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
[01:22.89]Ayy ayy
[01:23.16]Operated while they waited will they love it will they hate it
[01:25.29]Who gives a **** though
[01:26.72]Rappers praying they next this shit is cutthroat
[01:29.11]I'm livin' on another planet
[01:30.64]My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
[01:32.98]I'm stressing on stage pretendin' everybody undressing
[01:35.55]I think I'll never learn my lesson
[01:37.15]But **** it all it doesn't matter
[01:38.32]Ayo I'm on a lyrical poetic rhetoric
[01:39.68]Lyrical miracle satirical shit
[01:41.58]If you don't like my conscious rap you won't like my material shit
[01:44.48]Love him or hate him everybody know Logic can spit
[01:47.11]Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
[01:49.49]But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
[01:50.98]And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
[01:53.87]I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
[01:56.82]I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
[01:59.12]Hit the stage grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
[02:01.80]But I'm done now I got a son now
[02:03.76]**** the rap game I'm done now
[02:05.25]Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[02:06.85]Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
[02:10.37]Hit the studio with No I.D.
[02:12.08]Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
[02:15.18]On the 101 my wife text me
[02:17.26]Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
[02:20.36]Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[02:22.47]Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
[02:25.90]They say that that boy done changed
[02:27.55]He don't rap about his everyday life he ain't the same
[02:30.27]Godd**n I already had a hard life once
[02:32.69]Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you c**ts okay
[02:36.01]You want to hear about my everyday
[02:37.76]I wake up I wake my son up then I feed him
[02:39.98]And lead him into his carseat
[02:41.85]Drive up the street down to Target
[02:43.45]Don't do hard d**gs or beat my wife
[02:45.34]But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
[02:47.83]I don't answer their questions I leave 'em in the dark bitch
[02:50.34]Then I walk through the automatic doors
[02:52.54]A couple fans spot me but shit I ain't on tour
[02:54.87]I ain't trying to ignore her
[02:56.26]But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as ****
[02:58.84]And I need some new drawers
[03:00.05]Then I spot some more fans stan hella hardcore
[03:02.56]Can I have a picture
[03:03.30]Asking for a pic and I say sure
[03:05.13]Scratch my dick and shake his hand
[03:07.04]Shaking uncontrollably he tells me I'm the man
[03:09.16]Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
[03:12.08]I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
[03:14.89]A really hot girl walks by with a fat a*s
[03:17.03]But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
[03:19.90]Forgot my card at home thank God I brought some cash
[03:22.22]Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my a*s
[03:25.14]Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
[03:27.67]Is this want you wanted everyday life material
[03:30.04]I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit 's boring
[03:32.84]Made it out the basement now my bank account soaring
[03:35.47]Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
[03:37.97]Don't get me wrong I love fans in every single city
[03:40.49]But hotels suck and the internet is shit ty
[03:42.84]I mean why rap about everyday shit
[03:45.44]When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this
[03:49.01]Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[03:50.60]Bumpin' Pac Div this the life I live you ain't know about it
[03:54.15]Hit the studio with No I.D.
[03:55.86]Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
[03:59.06]On the 101 my wife text me
[04:01.09]Talkin' 'bout "You gotta get home feed your son" girl don't trip about it
[04:04.20]Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[04:06.25]Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don't give me lip about it
[04:28.47]Hello no one is available to take your call
[04:31.59]Please leave a message after the tone
[04:36.82]Bro call me back
[04:37.87]We couldn't get the ****ing Super Bowl sample cleared again so ****ing annoying bro
[04:42.89]But honestly I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
[04:47.48]That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
[04:48.96]And just like flip ****in' freak the shit outta that joint
[04:51.35]I think it could be crazy
[04:52.54]Call me back I'ma chop it up on the MPC
[04:53.88]Here I go