Logic - Treehouse lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Treehouse lyrics]
Woo yeah
I am the plug
Deep in your mind like the dopest of drugs
Don't go to the club
Unless they gon' pay me to go to the club
45 minutes to Vegas inside of the
PJ we're turning it up (It up)
Jump in the Beemer
You better believe that I'm ready
To fuck shit up (Aye)
I am the plug
I am the person who supply the drugs
I don't do this for the money
I do this shit for the love
For the love of my daughter
The love of my momma
The love of my life, drugs
Was the only escape from inside
Of the inner city
If I make enough then I can
Finally get out of this place finally
Another one dead
Another one dead, shot in his head
By the police all over some bread
So high at the crib we
Call that shit the treehouse
I've been zoning, I've been zoning
I can feel it right now
All the stars in the sky kinda geeking me out
My anxiety is kickin' and we 'bout to be out
Like so high at the crib we
Call that shit the treehouse
I've been zoning, I've been zoning
I can feel it right now
All the stars in the sky kinda geeking me out
My anxiety is kickin' and we 'bout to be out
Like
One day I was walking home
Holding mama's hand
When I spotted a man with a gun in his hand
Now momma dead watch as she bled
Shit fucked me up
Now I'm not right in the head now I dance
Dance all night
Dance for men with money to supply that white
Now I dance i dance all night
Left handed but I'm not alright
Stuck in my ways guess I'll never learn
Drugs killed my momma now it's my turn
Ha, that's what's up! (uh) don't give a fuck
If I ain't give that bitch a bullet
I might'a give her the nut (uh)
I am the plug
Deep in your mind like the dopest of drugs
Don't go to the club
Unless they gon' pay me to go to the club
45 minutes to Vegas inside of the
PJ we're turning it up (It up)
Jump in the Beemer
You better believe that I'm ready
To fuck shit up (Aye)
I am the plug
I am the person who supply the drugs
I don't do this for the money
I do this shit for the love
For the love of my daughter
The love of my momma
The love of my life, drugs
Was the only escape from inside
Of the inner city
If I make enough then I can
Finally get out of this place finally
Another one dead
Another one dead, shot in his head
By the police all over some bread
So high at the crib we
Call that shit the treehouse
I've been zoning, I've been zoning
I can feel it right now
All the stars in the sky kinda geeking me out
My anxiety is kickin' and we 'bout to be out
Like so high at the crib we
Call that shit the treehouse
I've been zoning, I've been zoning
I can feel it right now
All the stars in the sky kinda geeking me out
My anxiety is kickin' and we 'bout to be out
Like
One day I was walking home
Holding mama's hand
When I spotted a man with a gun in his hand
Now momma dead watch as she bled
Shit fucked me up
Now I'm not right in the head now I dance
Dance all night
Dance for men with money to supply that white
Now I dance i dance all night
Left handed but I'm not alright
Stuck in my ways guess I'll never learn
Drugs killed my momma now it's my turn
Ha, that's what's up! (uh) don't give a fuck
If I ain't give that bitch a bullet
I might'a give her the nut (uh)