Logic - Dark Place (demo) lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Dark Place demo lyrics]
Yeah
Yeah, depression, anxiety got ahold of me
'Cause people say they want the older me
Well, I'm thirty, this the oldest me
Behold it's me
The piece of shit that's not good enough
Not black enough, not hood enough
Not rich enough, not poor enough
My heart has poured enough
I been beaten and battered
My confidence shattered
Been broken and tattered
I'm constantly second guеssin' if
My profession is worth it on my mental state
Writin' this from a dark placе
With humility and grace
Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity
But not when socials are in my vicinity
I'm not runnin' from the internet
My god, I was at it's birth, I've been a vet
Goin' berserk like Peter down in Initech, yo
Ayy it's deeper than the surface
I'm searchin' for purpose
I'm tired of searchin' for Logic on Google on
Purpose just to read that I'm worthless
I remember makin' music alone
Just a pen and a microphone
But nowadays it's hard to get in the zone
Writin' rhymes was easy before the fame
Now I'm constantly overthinkin' every line
It's a shame rap used to fill me with joy
Now it's nothin' but pain
I'm stuck in the game
Tryna get back from where I came
I write this letter for
The person who's listenin'
Fed up and tired of people dismissin' 'em
I'm with you
I been through what you been through
And no amount of money can take
Away the feelin' of insecurity
Only through maturity can we overcome
Feel like I've been overrun
Feel like it's over, I'm done
Whoever told you success gon' make you
Happy? You been lied to
All of my dreams came true but
I bleed and cry too never been perfect
I failed every time I tried to
Feelin' hated and underappreciated
Every time I look in the mirror, I wonder
"Why you?" shit, I'd love to end this
On some positive shit
Hit you with punchlines instead
Of some derogative shit
But, it's okay to be sad
Sometimes and tired of shit, I guess
And people say
"Well you're just out for money"
I say, "That's none of your business"
You see, a lot of people don't feel happy
Unless they have another thing beyond money
Which is called status and status
To a very large extent in
Our economy consists in
In having this thing, and that
Thing, and the other thing
And having a swimming pool
A, uh, Ferrari, uh, certain kind
Of clothes and uh, certain kind of house
And so on, and so on, and so on
And we think, uh, we need all that
Because we haven't asked
Ourselves whether that
Was what we really wanted
They all think they gotta have this
They gotta have that
And uh, they don't really want it
If they sat back and considered
"Do I need all that? Is
This trip really necessary?"
They would come to the
Conclusion that it wasn't, ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah, depression, anxiety got ahold of me
'Cause people say they want the older me
Well, I'm thirty, this the oldest me
Behold it's me
The piece of shit that's not good enough
Not black enough, not hood enough
Not rich enough, not poor enough
My heart has poured enough
I been beaten and battered
My confidence shattered
Been broken and tattered
I'm constantly second guеssin' if
My profession is worth it on my mental state
Writin' this from a dark placе
With humility and grace
Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity
But not when socials are in my vicinity
I'm not runnin' from the internet
My god, I was at it's birth, I've been a vet
Goin' berserk like Peter down in Initech, yo
Ayy it's deeper than the surface
I'm searchin' for purpose
I'm tired of searchin' for Logic on Google on
Purpose just to read that I'm worthless
I remember makin' music alone
Just a pen and a microphone
But nowadays it's hard to get in the zone
Writin' rhymes was easy before the fame
Now I'm constantly overthinkin' every line
It's a shame rap used to fill me with joy
Now it's nothin' but pain
I'm stuck in the game
Tryna get back from where I came
I write this letter for
The person who's listenin'
Fed up and tired of people dismissin' 'em
I'm with you
I been through what you been through
And no amount of money can take
Away the feelin' of insecurity
Only through maturity can we overcome
Feel like I've been overrun
Feel like it's over, I'm done
Whoever told you success gon' make you
Happy? You been lied to
All of my dreams came true but
I bleed and cry too never been perfect
I failed every time I tried to
Feelin' hated and underappreciated
Every time I look in the mirror, I wonder
"Why you?" shit, I'd love to end this
On some positive shit
Hit you with punchlines instead
Of some derogative shit
But, it's okay to be sad
Sometimes and tired of shit, I guess
And people say
"Well you're just out for money"
I say, "That's none of your business"
You see, a lot of people don't feel happy
Unless they have another thing beyond money
Which is called status and status
To a very large extent in
Our economy consists in
In having this thing, and that
Thing, and the other thing
And having a swimming pool
A, uh, Ferrari, uh, certain kind
Of clothes and uh, certain kind of house
And so on, and so on, and so on
And we think, uh, we need all that
Because we haven't asked
Ourselves whether that
Was what we really wanted
They all think they gotta have this
They gotta have that
And uh, they don't really want it
If they sat back and considered
"Do I need all that? Is
This trip really necessary?"
They would come to the
Conclusion that it wasn't, ha ha ha ha ha