| Hold up, let me get my mind
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| Let me get my mind right
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| Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
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| You know everything is alright
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| You know everything is all
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| Just ride with a mothafucka
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| Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucka, hold me down
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| Chillin', In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, rockin' Adidas
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| With a señorita when she sippin' liquor by the liter
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| That’s royalty, like the homie Gambino
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| He know we be in the casino, lightin' Cubans with a C-note
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| I’ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
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| Comin' up shorter than Danny DeVito
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| Whenever I step on the beat, ho
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| Like a killer on the creep flow
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| Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho
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| While the fans bumpin' Welcome To Forever on repeat though
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| Wonderin' if I’ma ever fall off
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| Feelin' mad at the world, wanna hit it with a sawed-off
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| Blowin' up like a molotov
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| This is war, everybody, ain’t no reason I’ma call it off
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| Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
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| In the studio everyday
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| So you know this shit about to be a busy night
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| Everything is all, everything is alright
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| It’s Finally Famous over everything
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| RattPack gang
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| What up though, Logic?
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| Yeah, day one shit right there
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| Hold up, let me get my mind
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| Let me get my mind right
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| Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
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| You know everything is alright
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| You know everything is all
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| Oh my God, they plottin' and schemin'
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| Fuckboys rather me not even breathin'
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| They tryna take my blessings away
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| They gotta be demons, I’m blessed everyday
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| And not blessed like I’m sneezin', I’m healthy and well
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| On top of my ship and I’m not even sinkin'
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| And I could just sit back and say that I’m happy
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| But can’t spend a day without smokin' and drinkin'
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| Got Champagne problems, and I order more
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| My wardrobe is Aura Gold
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| I’m a young nigga with a older soul
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| But still young enough to know I gotta know some more
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| I made somethin' out of nothin', Sean Don the magician
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| She doin' tricks with her pussy, I guess she’s a vagician
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| She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin' up
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| Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap dap me up
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| Hype nigga, back-back-back it up
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| Claimin' that we homies, boy stop
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| That’s the type of shit I boycott
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| Yellin' fuck the 5−0, state troops
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| Any nigga with a badge, I don’t even trust the boy scouts
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| I got these good girls hoin' out
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| Tell me what the fuck you know about
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| Bein' that nigga that these niggas don’t know about
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| Then they throw you in the game
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| And you mothafuckin' blow it out; |
| now everything is alright
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| Hold up, let me get my mind
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| Let me get my mind right
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| Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
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| You know everything is alright
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| You know everything is all
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| Whippin' through Gotham
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| Hatin' mothafuckas, I wanna off 'em
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| Hella endorphins, got me livin' life to the coffin
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| I’m coughin', wonderin' if I’m goin' insane
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| Nobody knowin' my pain
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| But I be killin', 'cause I’m into the game
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| Now lookin' back it’s like ain’t nothin' the same
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| All these Spanish women watchin' me like a novela
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| Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella
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| Ain’t nobody better do it like me
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| I know a lot of mothafuckas don’t like me
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| Probably wanna fight me
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| But I just keep the peace, no need to keep a piece
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| I keep my enemies on a leash, capiche?
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| And keep it real for the people I reach |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alright, artist - Logic. Album song Under Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп