[Intro] (laughs) "Yo, this joint here, is for all my homies that I got. You know what I'm sayin', smoke to this joint, vibe out be cool. Created a little soundtrack for when they high." [Verse 1: Logic] You used to hate it, now you love it Smile in my face, I think nothing of it Yeah I'll shake ya hand, kill 'em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin' finest So spark it up, and get lifted Please check the rappin', you know that I'm gifted Pretty perfume, I love to sniff it She love the stick, and the way I shift it Automatic, in the rain Switchin' lanes, like I switched dames Bitches love it, and I don't know why Maybe cuz they, so god damn high Smoking on that green, got my mind faded Sleeping on my dreams, that's until I made it (Logic) Cuz' Bitches want it (Logic) And women need it (Logic) MC's, we leave 'em depleted (Logic) [Hook: Logic] x2 Yeah you know we fly, never fallin' Well rounded, so you know we ballin' Women love us, fella's hate us I ain't perfect, but I know that I'm one of the greatest [Verse 2: Logic] So I'm back again, like I never left If you really wanna get it girl we can meet up, high price hotel most def It's official make that pussy whistle, like a ref And if I die tonight, what a sweet death So I'm living large, supersize If you want beef, I'mma leave you fries Complimentary suits, complimentary rides It's all free, no charge like my phone died I remember times, highschool Chasing dimes, like a fool Smoking bud, Sticky Icky Only fuck with dank, Yeah your boy was picky If the bag was light, Told 'em call me Ricky Cuz' you got some explaining to do! Then we would kick it, with some pretty girls Skipping school, making music for the whole world (Logic) [Hook: Logic] x2
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