Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See You Space Cowboy..., artist - Logic. Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
See You Space Cowboy... |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| Grammy nominated, never won it though |
| Don’t need it but deep down I want it though |
| Bank account still at a hunnid though |
| My bank account still at a hunnid |
| Aye, but that don’t mean shit |
| That don’t mean that I’m shit |
| It’s just me and my clique and we bombin' this shit |
| Ain’t no drama and shit, now I’m throwin' a fit |
| Watch me throw on a fit and get lit like I’m Evel Knievel |
| Just me and my people, we call this a sequel |
| To Under Pressure, ain’t no need to measure |
| Who the best, fuck around, know who the best |
| Who give a shit? |
| I just spit about things that I know and I love |
| R-A-double-T, I put nothing above |
| Like that thing in the glove |
| From Maryland to L.A., I’m a motherfucking boss with the bars |
| And I’m down for the cause |
| Who down for the cause? |
| Take a step back, hold it down for the |
| Put the city on the map |
| Put the city on my back |
| Let 'em know you’re never ever comin' back |
| Don’t be scared to murk 'em all |
| Hurt 'em all |
| Watch 'em all get a fall |
| Watch 'em all get a fall |
| When you grow up in the hood without a male role model |
| And your mama turn to the bottle |
| Give a damn about status |
| Who the baddest? |
| I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be |
| This shit is systemic inside of us, B |
| The media lie to us, B |
| Tell us that we can be whoever we want to be |
| And then when we try, what they tell us? |
| (What they tell us?) |
| What they tell us? |
| To live more realistically |
| Ay, fuck that, get the fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise |
| Growin' up how I grew up, I really never had a choice |
| Had killers and murders in my house and they was all of my boys |
| But deep down I always knew better, knew that shit I need to avoid |
| Yo, ay yo |
| I gotta lot on my mind |
| Got a lotta work ahead of me |
| I’m tryin' to maintain balance of my time |
| Never one to let it bottle up like everything fine |
| That’s how you go crazy and end up in the pond |
| I’ve been talkin' up my therapist |
| Rhymes I been writin' so hot you would think it was in Arabic |
| Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless |
| I got soul like Parrish |
| Yeah, from Tokyo to Paris |
| My bitch bad, stay with money like a Heiress |
| Time with my wife and my son, what I cherish |
| Just try to relax ya mind |
| Just try to relax ya mind |
| Just try to relax ya mind |
| Just try to relax ya mind |