Young Jesus - Logic/Big Lenbo.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Leon Ressalam/Renée Scroggins/James Blake/Robert Diggs
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Leon Ressalam/Renée Scroggins/James Blake/Robert Diggs
[00:00.00][01:10.22][01:20.12][01:51.31][02:01.41]
[00:03.10]Logic
[00:03.86]Ft: Big Lenbo
[00:10.25]What up Bobby
[00:12.43]This that 95 shit right here
[00:17.54]Take 'em back to the 90s!
[00:20.50]Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
[00:23.28]It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
[00:25.39]Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
[00:27.89]Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
[00:30.38]Smoking shit and getting higher than a flight attendant
[00:33.11]Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
[00:35.55]Got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance
[00:37.97]Okay, back in the day as a College Park tenant
[00:40.56]Still can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnant
[00:43.01]Man. that’s the definition of a life sentence
[00:45.65]A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
[00:48.06]Cause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic
[00:50.87]****ing all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennis
[00:53.19]I'll be in my ****ing chamber like the senate
[00:55.70]Scared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent it
[00:58.47]I'm, forever alone in my mind
[01:00.74]See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac
[01:02.61]Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
[01:05.79]Yeah, I know that I’m livin' like I got it okay, yeah
[01:08.88]But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah
[01:11.61][01:51.52]Over here, over here
[01:21.09]Ayo, **** all that, it’s the fat young Jesus
[01:23.45]Flow prestigious
[01:24.92]Stackin’ money and playing the field man like Regis
[01:27.16]Better believe us or leave us
[01:28.99]Grabbing your bitches’ cleavage like, oo-ah
[01:30.50]I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin’ the man
[01:33.60]Bitches want an autograph, I sign them shits in crayon
[01:36.03]Like goddamn
[01:36.80]It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
[01:38.77]Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
[01:43.85]Sippin' on a martini, taking my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
[01:46.65]I'm unscannable, young cannibal
[01:47.99]Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
[01:50.26]Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal
[02:01.48]Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
[02:03.88]The young Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
[02:06.36]Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
[02:08.96]I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
[02:11.37]Not a **** given, check the method, that's how we livin'
[02:13.88]Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
[02:16.84]The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
[02:19.63]Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
[02:21.27]This shit is overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm comin' through
[02:23.74]The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
[02:26.49]Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
[02:28.26]To hold a brother down like the white man
[02:30.46]**** that, mother****er
[02:31.86]Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff
[02:34.24]Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real
[02:36.60]Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
[02:39.03]I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland
[02:41.72]I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
[02:44.09]I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
[02:46.82]We the realest so **** you if you ain't feel this
[02:48.78]Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
[02:50.62]We the illest
[02:51.60]Finger **** a critic, this shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
[02:55.25]Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it
[02:56.98]Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom
[02:59.22]Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on

文本歌词

作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Leon Ressalam/Renée Scroggins/James Blake/Robert Diggs
作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Leon Ressalam/Renée Scroggins/James Blake/Robert Diggs
Logic
Ft: Big Lenbo
What up Bobby
This that 95 shit right here
Take 'em back to the 90s!
Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking shit and getting higher than a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a College Park tenant
Still can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnant
Man. that’s the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
Cause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic
****ing all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennis
I'll be in my ****ing chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my mind
See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I’m livin' like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah
Over here, over here
Ayo, **** all that, it’s the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin’ money and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbing your bitches’ cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin’ the man
Bitches want an autograph, I sign them shits in crayon
Like goddamn
It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, taking my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal
Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a **** given, check the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm comin' through
The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
**** that, mother****er
Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so **** you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the illest
Finger **** a critic, this shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on