Logic - See You Space Cowboy lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - See You Space Cowboy lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Grammy nominated, never won it though
Don't need it, but deep down I want it though
Bank account still on a hunnid though
My bank account still on a hunnid (Ayy)
But that don't mean shit
That don't mean that I'm shit
It's just me and my clique
And we bombin' this shit
Ain't no drama and shit
Now I'm throwin' a fit
Watch me throwin' a fit and get
Lit like I'm Evel Knievil
Just me and my people
We call this the sequel to Under Pressure
Ain't no need to measure who the best
Fuck around and know who the best
Who give a shit? I just spit about
This and I know what I love r-A double T
I put nothing above like that
Thing in the glove from Maryland to LA
I'm a motherfucking boss at the bars
And I'm down for the cause
Who's down for the cause?
Take a step back, hold up (L-O-G-IC)
Put the city on the map with
The city on my back
Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back
(L-O-G-IC) don't be scared to murk 'em
All, hurt 'em all, watch 'em all
Get up all, watch 'em all get a ball
(L-O-G-IC) when you grow up in a hood
Without a male role model
And your momma turn to the bottle
Give a damn about status, who the baddest
I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be
This shit is systemic inside of us B'
The media lie to us B'
They tell us we can be whoever we want to be
And then when we try, what they tell us?
(What they tell us?)
What they tell us? To live more realistically
(Ayy) fuck that, get the fuck back
Fuck rap and all that noise growing up
How I grew up I really never had a choice
Had killers and murderers in my house and
They was all of my boys
But deep down I always knew better
Knew that shit I need to avoid
Ayy, ayo i got a lot on my mind
Got a lot of work ahead of me
I'm tryna maintain balance of my time
Never want to let it bottle
Up like everything fine
That's how you go crazy and
End up in the pond
I've been talkin' to my therapist
Rhymes I've been writin' so hot you
Would think it was in Arabic
Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless
I got soul like Parrish, yeah
From Tokyo to Paris
My bitch bad, stay with money like a heiress
Time with my wife and my son what I cherish
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Alright, well I guess I just I woke
Up one day and I was
Like "You know what? I kinda feel
Like rapping again" You know
What I'm saying? So I did and
I been chillin' with Little Bobby
And his fine ass momma and we
Out here in the country
Shooting guns, riding dirt bikes and shit
And I was just like "Man
I want to do this" So I
Invited all the homies out
Here in the middle of nowhere and
Uhh we just decided to do
This Bobby Tarantino EP, 3-P, off
The cuff just for fun, just for
The summer, just for all the homies but
We actually out here recording
This album it's gon' be my last
Studio-album on Def Jam so
So it's gon' be a vibe it's
Just gon' to be fun, you
Know, just a fun thing you
Know me, I'm a nerd, i love
Hip-hop, man i love you listening
I love the fans, we doin' this shit
For the fans man whole time I
Was gone they was like
"Come back! Come back!" and I was like
"Nah" And then now I'm
Like, "yeah, alright, I'm back" I
Love y'all so much rATTPACK
Baby yeah little Bobby (Dadda, Momma)
Grammy nominated, never won it though
Don't need it, but deep down I want it though
Bank account still on a hunnid though
My bank account still on a hunnid (Ayy)
But that don't mean shit
That don't mean that I'm shit
It's just me and my clique
And we bombin' this shit
Ain't no drama and shit
Now I'm throwin' a fit
Watch me throwin' a fit and get
Lit like I'm Evel Knievil
Just me and my people
We call this the sequel to Under Pressure
Ain't no need to measure who the best
Fuck around and know who the best
Who give a shit? I just spit about
This and I know what I love r-A double T
I put nothing above like that
Thing in the glove from Maryland to LA
I'm a motherfucking boss at the bars
And I'm down for the cause
Who's down for the cause?
Take a step back, hold up (L-O-G-IC)
Put the city on the map with
The city on my back
Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back
(L-O-G-IC) don't be scared to murk 'em
All, hurt 'em all, watch 'em all
Get up all, watch 'em all get a ball
(L-O-G-IC) when you grow up in a hood
Without a male role model
And your momma turn to the bottle
Give a damn about status, who the baddest
I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be
This shit is systemic inside of us B'
The media lie to us B'
They tell us we can be whoever we want to be
And then when we try, what they tell us?
(What they tell us?)
What they tell us? To live more realistically
(Ayy) fuck that, get the fuck back
Fuck rap and all that noise growing up
How I grew up I really never had a choice
Had killers and murderers in my house and
They was all of my boys
But deep down I always knew better
Knew that shit I need to avoid
Ayy, ayo i got a lot on my mind
Got a lot of work ahead of me
I'm tryna maintain balance of my time
Never want to let it bottle
Up like everything fine
That's how you go crazy and
End up in the pond
I've been talkin' to my therapist
Rhymes I've been writin' so hot you
Would think it was in Arabic
Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless
I got soul like Parrish, yeah
From Tokyo to Paris
My bitch bad, stay with money like a heiress
Time with my wife and my son what I cherish
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Just try to relax your mind
Alright, well I guess I just I woke
Up one day and I was
Like "You know what? I kinda feel
Like rapping again" You know
What I'm saying? So I did and
I been chillin' with Little Bobby
And his fine ass momma and we
Out here in the country
Shooting guns, riding dirt bikes and shit
And I was just like "Man
I want to do this" So I
Invited all the homies out
Here in the middle of nowhere and
Uhh we just decided to do
This Bobby Tarantino EP, 3-P, off
The cuff just for fun, just for
The summer, just for all the homies but
We actually out here recording
This album it's gon' be my last
Studio-album on Def Jam so
So it's gon' be a vibe it's
Just gon' to be fun, you
Know, just a fun thing you
Know me, I'm a nerd, i love
Hip-hop, man i love you listening
I love the fans, we doin' this shit
For the fans man whole time I
Was gone they was like
"Come back! Come back!" and I was like
"Nah" And then now I'm
Like, "yeah, alright, I'm back" I
Love y'all so much rATTPACK
Baby yeah little Bobby (Dadda, Momma)