Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Isis, artist - Logic. Album song ADHD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tully, Twenty Nine
Song language: English
Isis |
| Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD, |
| is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus |
| Causing them to move around more frequently |
| They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors |
| One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) |
| Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa) |
| Three times for them hoes on the internet |
| Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more |
| Four times for the days that were all bad (Woo!) |
| Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah) |
| Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap) |
| Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa) |
| Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa) |
| Walk around the city with a ice pick |
| I been paranoid, usually, I ain't like this (Boop, boop) |
| Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!) |
| Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop) |
| In my whole life, I been lifeless |
| Now I'm so fly, I'm a muhfuckin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa) |
| Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa) |
| Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Whoa) |
| I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa) |
| Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa) |
| Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa) |
| Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa) |
| Thought you had a chance, now you assed out |
| Nigga, I'm the muhfuckin' man, where you at now? |
| (Whoa) |
| Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin' |
| I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap) |
| I been livin' in the dungeon |
| I done held a couple grudges |
| Went to hell and got abducted |
| Meet the devil I'm his cousin, I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap) |
| Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin' |
| Niggas duckin' (Bop) |
| Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop) |
| I ain't judgin', I just want the money, I don't need a budget |
| I been hungry, I ain't got no oven (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap) |
| But I got the munchies, nigga |
| How you gon' move on the front line? |
| (Woo!) |
| If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa) |
| My high school teacher said I'd never be shit |
| Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner) |
| And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!) |
| We do not share the same bloodline (No) |
| You love to run your mouth like a tough guy |
| Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!) |
| According to the American Psychiatric Association |
| It affects roughly eight percent of children |
| And two percent of adults |
| Commonly believed to only affect boys |
| Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious |
| One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) |
| Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa) |
| Three times for them days on the block |
| Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw |
| Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!) |
| Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah) |
| Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap) |
| Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!) |
| Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses |
| Everybody livin' on the surface |
| But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it |
| What's beef? |
| Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em all |
| Nah, nah, what's beef? |
| Beef is brothers dyin' over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street |
| What's peace? |
| Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast |
| When enough time pass, and you blast |
| Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict |
| Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit, woo! |
| Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit |
| You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it |
| High and drunk, call that HD vision |
| All these other motherfuckers full of indecision |
| And I murder with precision all over your television |
| I'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision |
| Never listen, we gon' leave them missin' |
| That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS) |
| Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest |
| It's Logic, it's obvious, just ask the audience |
| I've come to body this shit (Body this shit) |
| Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis |
| You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy |
| Push me, I'm Louis Vuitton |
| You at Target with your mom |
| On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this nigga) |
| I just had a steak back at Mastro's, my god |
| Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!) |
| Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses |
| Everybody livin' on the surface |
| But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it |
| Yeah, uh, far from the minimum, killin' 'em with no Ritalin |
| And 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same room |
| Now we on the same tune, and we still the gang-dum |
| The illest of lyricists on the same shit |
| RattPack, clap back on the gang shit |
| Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit, woo! |
| One time for the Grammy that I never got |
| Two times for the Garden that I sold out |
| Three times for the street crimes that I committed |
| Yeah, I did it, but thank God that I made it out |
| Four times 'cause I'm a fuckin' bastard |
| Five times Platinum with my last shit |
| Six times for the beats and the rhymes |
| Fuck the heat and the crime |
| Keep the peace like a waistline, woo! |
| ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS |
| ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS |
| ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS |
| ISIS, ISIS, ISIS |