DadBod - Logic.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Kyle Metcalfe
[00:02.610] Yeah, yeah
[00:04.816] Hahaha
[00:08.630] Ayy
[00:10.570] Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[00:12.484] Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
[00:15.468] Hit the studio with No I.D.
[00:17.625] Make a couple platinum records in that ***** and then I dip up out it
[00:20.519] On the 101, my wife text me
[00:22.392] Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
[00:25.900] Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[00:28.267] Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[00:30.966] I'm a dad, this my life
[00:32.411] This the type of shit I write
[00:33.850] I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
[00:36.227] Smoking dope high as a kite
[00:37.854] Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
[00:40.025] Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, ayy, yeah
[00:43.097] (Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, yeah)
[00:45.108] 'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
[00:49.055] And I love my wife like I am Chance
[00:51.715] I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
[00:54.055] If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
[00:56.751] Uh, uh, circumstance
[00:58.673] Uh, uh, way of life
[00:59.674] Uh, uh, my decisions
[01:00.596] Uh, uh, made 'em right
[01:02.166] Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[01:04.281] Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
[01:06.672] Hit the studio with No I.D.
[01:09.609] Make a couple platinum records in that ***** and then I dip up out it
[01:12.772] On the 101, my wife text me
[01:14.748] Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
[01:17.762] Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[01:19.877] Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
[01:22.753] Operated while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
[01:24.620] Who gives a **** though
[01:25.816] Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
[01:28.683] I'm livin' on another planet
[01:30.189] My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
[01:32.859] I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
[01:35.117] I think I'll never learn my lesson
[01:36.909] But **** it all, it doesn't matter
[01:38.417] Ayo I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
[01:39.502] Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
[01:40.641] If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
[01:44.041] Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
[01:46.689] Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
[01:49.423] But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
[01:50.685] And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
[01:53.633] I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
[01:56.778] I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
[01:58.891] Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
[02:01.382] But I'm done now, I got a son now
[02:03.169] **** the rap game, I'm done now
[02:05.312] Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[02:06.545] Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
[02:09.685] Hit the studio with No I.D.
[02:11.805] Make a couple platinum records in that ***** and then I dip up out it
[02:14.937] On the 101, my wife text me
[02:16.985] Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
[02:20.118] Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[02:22.125] Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[02:24.729] They say that that boy done changed
[02:27.472] He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
[02:29.986] Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
[02:33.229] Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you *****? Okay
[02:35.438] You want to hear about my everyday
[02:37.411] I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
[02:39.731] And lead him into his carseat
[02:41.329] Drive up the street down to Target
[02:43.141] Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
[02:45.015] But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
[02:47.087] I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, *****
[02:50.274] Then I walk through the automatic doors
[02:52.255] A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
[02:54.972] I ain't trying to ignore her
[02:57.139] But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as ****
[02:58.667] And I need some new drawers
[03:00.056] Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
[03:02.399] Asking for a pic and I say sure
[03:04.292] Scratch my **** and shake his hand
[03:06.387] Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
[03:08.835] Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
[03:11.392] I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
[03:14.060] A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
[03:16.850] But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
[03:19.244] Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
[03:21.910] Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
[03:24.659] Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
[03:27.107] Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?
[03:30.040] I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
[03:32.677] Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
[03:34.991] Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
[03:37.902] Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
[03:40.225] But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
[03:42.740] I mean, why rap about everyday shit
[03:45.279] When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
[03:48.025] Chillin' with the homies at the crib
[03:51.735] Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
[03:53.439] Hit the studio with No I.D.
[03:55.733] Make a couple platinum records in that ***** and then I dip up out it
[03:58.447] On the 101, my wife text me
[04:00.759] Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
[04:03.578] Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
[04:05.927] Little Bobby better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[04:28.730] Hello, no one is available to take your call
[04:31.080] Please leave a message after the tone
[04:33.490] Bro, call me back
[04:37.416] We couldn't get the ****in' Super **** sample cleared again, so ****in' annoying, bro
[04:42.095] But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
[04:47.176] That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
[04:48.961] And just like flip, ****in' freak the shit outta that joint
[04:51.461] I think it could be crazy
[04:52.390] Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
[04:54.218] Here I go