Logic - City of Stars lyrics

I know that you think this song is for you
I used to long for you and adore you
My life was just fine way back before you
Now when you reach out I just ignore you

'Cause this ain't a love song (Whoa)
This is, "So long"
You did me so wrong for so long
For so long, for so long

No, I never thought I could
Live my life without you
All you ever seem to do is scream
And make it all about you

And so I doubt you
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
I said, I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you behind

I know that I've been living
I know that I've been living
I know that I've been living
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for everyone
And even life on Mars in the city of stars
Where there's flying cars
A brand new home for everyone
And even life on Mars

This ain't a love song (Whoa)
This is, "So long"
You did me so wrong for so long
For so long, for so long

And so I doubt you
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
I said I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you

Yeah, uh, yeah much love to Def Jam
Even though they under shipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney
But the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but
It still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and
They still don't get me
I didn't talk about my race
On the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was
The still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem
To let it go? Judging rap by race instead
Of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it?
I penetrate it and innovate it
While they emulate it
Give a fuck if I'm hated
I'ma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
Bitch, I dominate it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin
Dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-IG D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies
Thinking they slick as fuck like
The finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system
I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the internet
I love hip-hop and I hate hip-hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope
That Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about money and bitches
For heaven's sakes
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break
Now, I ain't wanna name names
I'm just droppin' this game
We all people, all equal now let me let off
Yeah now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim
My flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day
We just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone
Switch flows, fuck 'em up play the game
Run 'em up yeah, I sold a couple records but
People don't give a fuck
All the people want is real
Guess that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world hold that
Tell me how that feel?
Racism on television and magazines
Paying taxes so soldiers don't
Run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise with
A mic in my hand and I am, here's to the Roc
The 45 Glock that my older brother pop shot
And I am, finally on top too high up
Not a drop
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
I am, livin' like I ain't got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man
Who gives a fuck about it?
Maryland 'til I die
But I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it
You probably don't know, man, i doubt it