Logic - Out of Sight lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Out of Sight lyrics]
What?
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah
I used to wish I could
50, 000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?) , uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
(What?) i think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What?)
Scared money don't make none, yeah, I'm good
50 50 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet
Put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a
(What, what?) , like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat
Then you know he gon' repeat
'Cause I'm what? Out of sight
'Cause I'm (What?) , I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
50 million in the bank
Hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow
At least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
50, 000 in the pot
I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley
I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make
Me wanna do the dance, like
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah
I used to wish I could
50, 000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?) , uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
(What?)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
People always told me I would never
Make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin' keep
Circulatin' like it should
What, what? What, what?
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah
I used to wish I could
50, 000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?) , uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
(What?) i think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What?)
Scared money don't make none, yeah, I'm good
50 50 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet
Put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a
(What, what?) , like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat
Then you know he gon' repeat
'Cause I'm what? Out of sight
'Cause I'm (What?) , I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
50 million in the bank
Hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow
At least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
50, 000 in the pot
I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley
I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make
Me wanna do the dance, like
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah
I used to wish I could
50, 000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29
But I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?) , uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah
I think I might, uh
(What?)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
People always told me I would never
Make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin' keep
Circulatin' like it should
What, what? What, what?