| Five hooks, man
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| Ayo, this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg
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| All lyricism, ho
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| I was like, «Yo, I’m pickin' up that pen, I’m goin' fuckin' crazy»
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| I don’t give a shit, dawg
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| Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch
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| It’s what you all been waitin' for, ain’t it?
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| This No Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted
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| I’m happy you could join me in this universe I painted
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| Such a beautiful feeling, I really can’t explain it
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| I hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (Nigga, you ain’t shit)
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| Damn, that boy, he back at it again
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| Droppin' bars when I pick up the pen, so let’s begin
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, but it’s time for the story’s end, yeah
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| Ayy, I’m tryna do shit different now (Woo)
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| I love this BPM, but this a different style (Woo)
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| I never been this happy before, this a different smile
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| Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music
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| Life is a blessing and a curse depending how you use it
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| Some days I’m happy, some days I’m fucked up
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| Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
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| Yeah
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| Motivated by paper and pussy, always been a passion
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| Whippin' that Chevrolet Impala, my speakers blastin'
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| Hungry like I’m fastin', who the illest? |
| Just ask 'em
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| Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old-fashioned
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| Like we (Like we), like we always do it this time, homie
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| I go for my homie, I gots to shine, homie
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| All I do is grind, homie, all I do is rhyme
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| I provide for mine, homie, uh, uh, y’all know me (Yeah, yeah, y’all know me,
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| yeah)
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| I started with just a dollar and a dream
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| Like Jermaine in '09, know what I mean?
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| Fresh on the scene like a first take
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| I dropped my first tape then felt the earth shake
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| But let’s accelerate
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| Dropped the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate
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| Def Jam wanna sign me, it’s time to celebrate
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| But little did I know, I had so much further to go
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| Let’s take a trip down memory lane
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| Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
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| Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
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| I got tracks with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
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| Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
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| Spit the illest yoga flame, always go against the grain
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| I was fly before the fame, before I could afford a plane
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| Touch down like Notre Dame to get as high as my strain
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| 2014 release day, I need morphine
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| Def Jam under shipped me, not a CD on the rack
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| RattPack had to ask 'em to unbox it in the back
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| What the fuck is that? |
| Honestly, it sound like a fable
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| Fast forward, 2020, I’m the face of the label and I am
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| Who gives a fuck about the leak when you got the well?
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| Watch me excel, propel, then ghost the fuck out like Dave Chappelle
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| You the illest, pray tell, I’m like God before Lucifer fell, I raised hell
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| Had bars when I was broke 'cause I couldn’t raise bail
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| But now my bars gold 'cause I’m Wall Street, broker
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| Money like I sell coca, livin' La Vida Loca shit
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| That ain’t a line just to flex, just to let you know you next
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| If you put your mind to it, you can do it
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| Trust me 'cause I been through it, now get to it, ain’t nothin' to it
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| Actually living your life is exponentially different from just being alive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5 Hooks , by - Logic. Song from the album No Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп