Logic - Overnight lyrics

Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro
Like this that's it, squad, bitch

All these bad bitches say they love me
I already know
Check the- check the bling that's on
My finger 'cause I'm married, ho
There he go
Everybody know that boy's pockets is swole
What's good? That sound familiar
Never been here befo' life good
'cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
Overnight, all this money that
I've been makin', i gave it right back
To all of the people that made me
You know we like that
Don't know why your bitch wanna date me
But I can't fight that
Guess you ain't done shit for her lately
Not on the right track
If I think that shit sound good
I gotta write that
Weed man knockin' on the door
I'll be right back
Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that
Hit the studio, record the shit
Then mix the shit, then master it
And then we do the show and they recite that
Bitch, I'm right back, told
'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life
Told 'em I was broke as fuck too many nights
Now I see my name up on so many lights
But everybody prolly think this
Shit done happen–happen–happen

Overnight, people think this how
This shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it
But they never quite seem to understand that
This right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like
They trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened
But they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it
But they never quite seem to understand that
This right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they
Trappin' and burnin' (Woo, woo)

Tell me how you really feel
How you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy
But now they know the name
Tell me how you really feel
How you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy
But now I run the game
Tell me how you really feel
How you really feel
You can hate now all you want
But shit won't ever be the same
Tell me how you really feel
How you really feel you can hate me
But I'm not the reason that your life is lame

Tell me, is it really so hard?
Really so hard, to be a good person?
Tell me, is it really so hard?
Really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch?
(Woo) i treated everybody with respect
And now I'm rich (Woo)
I treated everybody with respect
Maybe you got issues with your daddy, doe
Maybe you was bullied back in high school
Maybe you are just a tool

Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I don't fuck with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I came up with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
Everybody think this right here happened

Overnight, people think this how
This shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it
But they never quite seem to understand that
This right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like
They trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened
But they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it
But they never quite seem to understand that
This right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they
Trappin' and burnin' down, shit