Logic, Like - Tokyo Nights lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic, Like - Tokyo Nights lyrics]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, feel my soul from this flow
I'm a six inch gash as far as openness go
I'm hopin' they know if I open the door
I'ma go and never come back
I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac
I was a loser in school and
Now they cheer for us
Madison Square Garden is packed out for us
Fuck around and drop a whole
Album without a chorus
I'ma watch the money come like a clitoris
The force is with us of course
Split your whole shit like a wicked divorce
But thank God, all the ladies, they adore us
I was Screech back in the day and
Now a nigga Zack Morris
Fuck the chorus, real ones go to bat for us
April 21st, mom gave birth to a black Taurus
The beginnin', I was schemin'
I was dreamin', i was thinkin'
I had to run away from all of my dеmons
I believe in a simplе goal
Stay true to what's you
And everybody else gon' see you for you
Good and bad, yin and yang, it's the same
It depends on your intentions
What's your aim? What's your end goal?
I had to touch down on myself
I'm in the end zone
A nigga had to go to hell
Twice just to get home
A nigga had to pay the whole
Price just for his skin tone
So even if I do this shit right
It still could end wrong
Drop a couple of jewels that
You could live on
Me and Logic make this shit bump
It's like a ingrown
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, feel my soul from this flow
I'm a six inch gash as far as openness go
I'm hopin' they know if I open the door
I'ma go and never come back
I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac
I was a loser in school and
Now they cheer for us
Madison Square Garden is packed out for us
Fuck around and drop a whole
Album without a chorus
I'ma watch the money come like a clitoris
The force is with us of course
Split your whole shit like a wicked divorce
But thank God, all the ladies, they adore us
I was Screech back in the day and
Now a nigga Zack Morris
Fuck the chorus, real ones go to bat for us
April 21st, mom gave birth to a black Taurus
The beginnin', I was schemin'
I was dreamin', i was thinkin'
I had to run away from all of my dеmons
I believe in a simplе goal
Stay true to what's you
And everybody else gon' see you for you
Good and bad, yin and yang, it's the same
It depends on your intentions
What's your aim? What's your end goal?
I had to touch down on myself
I'm in the end zone
A nigga had to go to hell
Twice just to get home
A nigga had to pay the whole
Price just for his skin tone
So even if I do this shit right
It still could end wrong
Drop a couple of jewels that
You could live on
Me and Logic make this shit bump
It's like a ingrown
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh