Logic – See You Space Cowboy… Lyrics

Logic See You Space Cowboy Lyrics, See You Space Cowboy Lyrics by Logic

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

(L-O-G-I-C)
Put the city on the map
Put the city on my back
Let ’em know you’re never ever comin’ back
(L-O-G-I-C)
Don’t be scared to murk ’em all
Hurt ’em all
Watch ’em all get a fall
Watch ’em all get a fall
(L-O-G-I-C)

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