Logic - Street Dreams lyrics

Logic

Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Logic - Street Dreams lyrics]

Big L rest in peace

2 am, just got outta the bar
Headed toward my car
Me and Castro kind of blown
'cause we parked so far
Walkin' down the street
Spot a couple of goonies on the creep
Pocket full of cash, so we dash fast
To avoid they ass
'Cause we know they trailin' now
We on the run heavily inhaling
Exhaling as I begin to caress my gun
We gettin' closer to our destination
I always mind my business but
Somehow I find myself in these situations
Death what I'm facin' if I give up now
They started poppin'
So you know we exchangin'
Bullets in the street
He dropped one, but I graze another


And in the heat of the moment I thought about
My girl and how much I love her
Prayin' to god that tonight
Wasn't my last supper
'Cause they tryin' to spill my blood
And break me for this bread
Motherfucker take all this lead, yeah
That's what I said
That's two down and two to go
But, then the others disappeared, yo
So, now we on the roll
Finally made it back to the car
My homie thinkin' that we all
Good, but hold up, there they are
Buckin' fast in the XLR
Goddamn what a mission, thought process
Keys to ignition tryna ditch ‘em
So now we in the whip speedin'
Dodgin' bullets as we proceedin'
To my man Lenbo
These bammers try to play us like Nintendo
Hell no hit him on the phone
Let him know we wasn't alone
Comin' through the zone
My homie picked up before the dial tone
"What up my man
What's good? Is everything okay?" hell nah
Get your heater and be ready to spray
Pulled up to his crib and my
Man was ready to go, hah
Jumped in the back with a semi-automatic
Bustin' erratic, quite the
Lethal weapon addict, so we let 'em have it
Weaving in and out of traffic
Until we lost 'em
Whippin' for a couple of minutes
Wishin' we could've tossed ‘em
So now I'm drivin
Thankin' God that I'm still survivin'
Received the call from my man Boss
He was chillin' and vibin'
Said he was on the road
Found out about a block away
So, I said "let’s get up
I got a story that’ll blow you away"
Couple minutes passed, met up at a red light
Called him on his celly
Said "Let's hit the deli and grab a bite"
So now it's me
Lenbo and Castro inside of my car
Plus, my homie Boss trailin' behind us
But not too far
Now we on the strip, everybody cool and legit
'Til I hear my man Castro yell out "Oh shit!"
Here come the motherfuckers again out
The blue like a crip
They must've followed us
Tryna take out the whole lot of us
Now they bustin' at Boss, one blew his tire
Made him crash
Now they comin' for ours, I hit the uey
While my man blast
Hit the passenger in the dome
Now his brain’s up on the dash
The driver stopped
Tryna clean the blood up off the glass
Givin' us just enough time to go
And pick up Boss' ass
All together, started raining
I hate this weather but it didn't matter
Only thing on my mind is vendetta
'Cause now it's four-to-one
He scared as shit and we chasin' son
Hit the highway
Doin' it up by a buck and some
Castro halfway out the sunroof firin'
No fear, so
I guess that's what I do admire him
Ducking strays
‘til he caught one in his shoulder
Fell back, gushin' blood
But my man a soldier he hit the exit
Now we whippin' through the city
Contemplating, how the situations
Getting shitty now we out of ammo
So we sped up to the side of his ride
Intending to collide
Hit him quick and watched the whip slide
My man Boss grabbed the gat from Lenbo
Half out the window shot the gas tank
We watched the whole thing blow
Now we laughin' headed to
The hospital for Castro laughter
Oh no, I guess popo got wind of the blow
'Cause like 15 cars came out of nowhere yo
And now they on pursuit
Didn't even hesitate to shoot
Murder weapon possession and a
Trunk full of loot
If we get caught it's either life
Or death so fuck 'em
Might as well go out blazin'
We just might duck 'em hit a hard right
Doing 120 through a warehouse
Hit the lights and the engine so
They don’t know our whereabouts
Just around the corner was a
Bridge out of the city no cops in sight
Me and my homies feelin' giddy
My man Castro, was like "Fuck them coppers"
But, speak of the devil
'cause appeared two choppers
They lights on us
Callin' out cars to our location
Mind racin', checked the rearview
Saw every cop from the fuckin' station
Their boat was comin'
And the bridge was risin', you shoulda saw it
Told my boys to buckle up
Because I’m ‘bout to floor it
Everything was perfectly aligned and we
Was at a good speed
My homie Lenbo didn't hesitate to
Spark the good weed
Feelin' like I'm home free
Halfway up the ramp escape is my goal, but
Open fire hit the tire
Now we outta control, off of the bridge we go

Logic, yo Logic, yo, wake up man, Logic
Yo, wake up, man, Logic, wake up, man
Wassup? We're finally here, man
Oh the studio, let's go
Oh, all right, all right
I just had the craziest fucking dream, dawg

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