Logic - Smooth Operator_Ref lyrics

Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy how one day
The legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel
We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But, you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I think I got another hit
I could feel my body bruisin'
What's the conclusion? Or rather
My hypothesis I'm darker than Gotham is
Reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
(Suck my dick)
Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
Switch the topic, I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed


When I bust, no thrust
World we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand
And eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
And then some, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid
Gold Rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for looking dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give
Your family your time
Searching for love in the industry
You'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead
And then they call you profound
No matter how mainstream you was in the end
You still underground
That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff
Like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain't the key to happiness
And this the truth
Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
But a few of us were
Searching within the second renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been sowing like a seamstress
I said I'm on one, I know, I'm unsung
Was livin' my life backward
Like Tariq on Undun
And now they wonder how I got over son
(Do you want more?)
Hell, yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
Now I'm back, Chocolate City
Home of percussion, maryland on my back
From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
Everlasting life
Kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
Inhale, exhale, people hate oh well, 2012
Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL
2013, on the cover XXL
Livin' life behind these bars with
No intention of postin' bail
'Cause, I prevail
But, that's a story for another time
Story for another rhyme
And on my darkest days, I know
That the sun will shine, eventually
Greatest lyricist to ever do it
Yeah essentially
And if we're being modest then potentially
And if we're being honest then

I'm just an entity, my DNA not my identity
Findin' serenity, become a better man
I better be
For the child in my baby momma's tummy
Never crummy
We can make bread, tryna be the greatest
That shit been dead
I'm tryna be the happiest that
I can be instead
I'm tryna get ahead like a fetus
Money don't complete us
Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression
Bein' rich is not a blessin'
Fame is not a blessin'
Wasn't 'til I was rich and
Famous I learned that lesson
What's the meanin' of life? To live it
What I'm guessin'

Time is undefeated, in the end
It beats us all my daddy, my momma, myself
We all destined to fall
Currently, the most important thing within
My life is balance
I ain't talkin' commas and zeros or monetary
(Challenge)
Talkin' self-worth, put yourself first
Don't worry 'bout the worst
But when you in this position
It's hard to make selfish decisions
Got enough bread, I'ma eat, but
What about the rest, my team?
They good and all, but I mean
If I disappeared from the scene
Then what's gon' happen? What's gon' happen?
In a hotel writin' rhymes before
I headline at a festival
But all that’s runnin' through my mind
Is bottom lines and decimals
So focused on the brand sometimes
Forget about the Man
Reflectin' in the mirror with this
Pen in his hand 99 percent of these people
Will never understand, supply and demand
'Cause, I'm in the public eye
They think they know who I am

Oh, shit, it's Logic! Can I have a picture?"
They don't give a damn soon as they see me
They clench the device that's in they hand
Don't even say hello, more like
"Can I get one for the 'Gram?"
That's when I be like, "Fuck no
But, you can shake my hand
Let's have a conversation
Talk about life man-to man you disappointed
I can read your body
Language like a paragraph"
"Logic, yeah, that's cool and all
But, I'd much prefer a photograph
I mean, can I have a photograph?"
Goddamn, all these people nowadays
Are so unusual
They'd rather snap a pic with you
To get more likes than usual
Than have a conversation
Back in the basement with no placement
Couldn't never fathom talkin' to my
Favorite rapper that way