Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk On By , by - Logic. Release date: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walk On By |
| Alright for the real hip-hop mothafuckas, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| (Yeah yeah) Shout out to Bobby, my engineer |
| It’s a nice night in L. A |
| We’re recordin' this mixtape and shit, workin' on the album at the same time, |
| you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Visionary boy |
| Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for 96' (yeah) |
| We gon' do it for hip-hop (yeah second renaissance type shit check it) |
| Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke |
| Would get me riches like dealing coke? |
| Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat |
| I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote |
| Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote |
| While they was firing, you could hear sirens |
| From people dialing and women crying in the phone |
| I was in the zone, trying to make a living |
| Heading to work in the morning |
| Everyday felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased |
| Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased |
| Elevated to levels I ain’t ever seen |
| Stacking this cream, living the American dream now |
| I’m going crazy, I ain’t slept in days |
| Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J’s |
| Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays |
| But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days |
| See I’m from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation |
| From the smallest altercation, that can lead to termination |
| With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation |
| Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations |
| As a youngin I was running wild |
| Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud |
| Doing shit just to do it, 'cause we wasn’t allowed |
| I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah |
| Now when my mama was at home drinking, thinking 'bout the bills |
| I was dreaming 'bout the mills, running round looking for thrills |
| I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page |
| And paints a picture of another age |
| Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shorties after dark |
| ‘Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down |
| ‘Til we get older and hustle, now they try’na gun us down |
| We just trying to make a living off of what we’ve been given |
| Wassup |
| Walk on by |
| Walk on by |
| Walk on |
| They call me Logic, yeah that’s L-O-G-I-C |
| I ain’t wrapped up in them bitches, I just write 'bout shit I see |
| ‘Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be |
| And when I feel like I can’t write, that’s when I hit the MPC |
| My talent limitless, but time limited so listen up |
| If you can’t see the shit I see, you better get your vision up |
| I’m the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain |
| Album ain’t even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name |
| Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work |
| Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts |
| Back as a youngin, spitting game, tryna get the nut in |
| Living life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain’t nothing |
| My flow unkillable when I be murdering syllables |
| But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme |
| Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb |
| I be rapping 'til I’m dying, doing everything I love |
| That’s the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor |
| Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed |
| That’s the type of shit I need |
| Lyrics bleed from my mind state |
| Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate |
| ‘Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low |
| And sometimes I do shit I thought I’d never do before |
| My life is like a movie role that’s starring me, got these women on me |
| I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me |
| At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot |
| Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips |
| Both my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her tits |
| Freak bitch want the dick, biting on her finger tip |
| I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit |
| I’m thinking 'bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wildin' out |
| But that pussy wet as hell, I think it’s time to end the drought |
| Then again she could be burning, and that’s not what I’m about |
| So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night |
| ‘Cause when I’m gone that ain’t gon' be the song that they recite |
| What up? |