Logic - 44 Bars lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - 44 Bars lyrics]
If you deal with war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
(You no hear me yet?)
(Hear me live and direct)
(Walk with your tap)
Yeah, in London talkin' to rhêtorík
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished
But I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how
Life changed and rearranged
No matter what happens
Everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album
What an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk
To the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame
And money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met
The people face to face and
Understood that the power was
Harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people and making
A difference in society
But don't get it twisted
This life I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding a Uzi
One with the people
If the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppetto who
Overcame the ghetto and I know you wrote me
And I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is different now
It's forced upon me, different stances
I used to spend all my
Time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let
You know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest man
It's kinda bittersweet
Besides the shows and meet and greets
Y'all only see me on the street
And even then
That shit is rare I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world
I'd rather hide
That misconception, "'Cause I rap
I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect
If you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words
I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album
I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months I put the
Second one on they table
I played sold out shows in parts
Of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets
Watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all that murderous syllable
Shit right now, just let me bounce
The mood around me is people
Smokin' it by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come
Back Monday with a hundred grand
Don't fuck with checks
So when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking
Crazy due to high demand
'Cause people don't buy music in
This day and age, they buy the brand
There's ups and downs
Don't get me wrong but back
When I ain't have shit
Felt like I woulda sold my soul to
Make it with this rap shit thank God
He never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin'
Hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life
But what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt
We call that champagne
Come some more into my sight
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
(You no hear me yet?)
(Hear me live and direct)
(Walk with your tap)
Yeah, in London talkin' to rhêtorík
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished
But I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how
Life changed and rearranged
No matter what happens
Everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album
What an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk
To the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame
And money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met
The people face to face and
Understood that the power was
Harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people and making
A difference in society
But don't get it twisted
This life I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding a Uzi
One with the people
If the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppetto who
Overcame the ghetto and I know you wrote me
And I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is different now
It's forced upon me, different stances
I used to spend all my
Time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let
You know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest man
It's kinda bittersweet
Besides the shows and meet and greets
Y'all only see me on the street
And even then
That shit is rare I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world
I'd rather hide
That misconception, "'Cause I rap
I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect
If you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words
I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album
I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months I put the
Second one on they table
I played sold out shows in parts
Of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets
Watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all that murderous syllable
Shit right now, just let me bounce
The mood around me is people
Smokin' it by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come
Back Monday with a hundred grand
Don't fuck with checks
So when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking
Crazy due to high demand
'Cause people don't buy music in
This day and age, they buy the brand
There's ups and downs
Don't get me wrong but back
When I ain't have shit
Felt like I woulda sold my soul to
Make it with this rap shit thank God
He never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin'
Hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life
But what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt
We call that champagne
Come some more into my sight