Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OCD, artist - Logic.
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OCD |
In the field ballin' with the team (With the team) |
In the field ballin' with the team |
OCD 'cause I'm riding so clean |
Old school whip seeing new things |
Rollin' up, got a few flamed |
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings |
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang |
We was just dreamers |
Broken leaders, on the low, rolling weed up |
Now they see us in that drop top Bimmer |
Feel like ODB, feeling OCD |
Out this universe DC |
Goin' so hard, make it look easy |
With the squad, zone 3 |
We so cold, wrist on freeze |
Roll it up, I'ma get high |
If you feel me, put your hands to the sky |
Break it down, roll it up, I'ma get high |
Nothing else matters up until the day I die |
Wanna move my loved ones out the Southside |
If you look up, you might see us in the sky |
If you look up, you might see us in the sky |
Time is undefeated, in the end it beats us all |
My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall |
Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance |
I ain't talking commas and zeroes, or monetary |
Talking self worth, put your self first |
Don't worry about the worst |
But when you in this position |
It's hard to make selfish decisions |
Got enough bread, I'ma eat but what about the rest, my team |
They good and all but I mean, if I disappear from the scene |
Then what's gon' happen? |
What's gon' happen? |
In the hotel writin' rhymes before I headline at a festival |
But all that's runnin' through my mind is bottom lines and decimals |
So focused on the brand, sometimes forget about the man |
Reflecting in the mirror with this pen in his hand |
Ninety-nine percent of these people will never understand |
Supply and demand |
'Cause I'm in the public eye |
They think they know who I am |
In the field ballin' with the team (With the team) |
In the field ballin' with the team |
OCD 'cause I'm riding so clean |
Old school whip seeing new things |
Rollin' up, got a few flamed |
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings |
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang |
We was just dreamers |
Broken leaders, on the low rolling weed up |
Now they see us in that drop top Bimmer |
Feel like ODB, feeling OCD |
Oh shit, it's Logic can I have a picture? |
They don't give a damn |
Soon as they see me, they clench the device that's in they hand |
Don't even say hello, more like can I get one for the 'Gram |
That's when I be like, "Fuck no, but you can shake my hand |
Let's have a conversation, talk about life man to man |
You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph" |
"Logic, yeah that's cool and all but I much prefer a photograph |
I mean, can I have a photograph?" |
Goddamn all these people now a days is so unusual |
They rather snap a pick with you to get more likes than usual |
Than have a conversation back in the basement with no placement |
Couldn't never fathom talkin' to my favorite rapper that way |
I'm just an entity, my DNA not my identity, finding serenity |
Become a better man, I better be |
For the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy |
We get big bread tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead |
I'm tryna be the happiest that I could be instead |
I'm tryna get ahead like a fetus, money don't complete us |
But defeat us, it could lead us to depression |
Being rich is not a blessin' |
Fame is not a blessin' |
Wasn't till I was rich and famous I learned that lesson |
What's the meaning of life? |
To live it what I'm guessing, yeah |
In the field ballin' with the team (With the team) |
In the field ballin' with the team |
Oh, she thick 'cause I'm ridin' so clean |
Old school whip seein' new things |
Rollin' up, gotta few flamed |
New prada shoes, no shoe strings |
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang |
We were just dreamers |
Broken leaders, on the low, rolling weed up |
Now, they see us in the drop top Bimmer |
Feel like OBD, feelin' OCD |
Social media may cause depression |