I guess I love it
posted on:2023 years
play:0 times
duration:03:49
play
pause
collect
Add
Share

作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Allen Toussaint/Tom Nehls/Jayceon Taylor

作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Allen Toussaint/Tom Nehls/Jayceon Taylor

I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it

Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke ******** with it

I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him

'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him

The black sheep (Mmm-hmm), and the . (Mmm-hmm)

Michael Jordan (Mmm-hmm), man a . (Mmm-hmm)

Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat

Fish scale weigh ten whales and, umm, handle ****

Kyrie and the pope (Mmm-hmm), poetic justice

2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it

Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, umm, reconstruct it

Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'

Give me the Valour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'

Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions

That Malcolm had with Cashus Claysam cookin' Jim Brown

I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down

In Miami, woah, shit, Logic

Logically, chronically, sonically (You, you, you, you, you, haha)

Ayy, I could give a **** about this rap shit, homie

Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phoney

Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again

I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in

Life's a trip though

Cash is dead, I took my money to the crib though

Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though

Hahahaha, alright, oh my God, sippin' la tasse, feelin' posh

Flow so I'll, that shit was born in the triage

I got more tracks than ****** addicts

When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine

But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics

That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it

They said I couldn't, said I won't

I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a **** 'cause I don't

Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams

I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams

Now I understand that none of that is what it seems

It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness

If that's the only reason that you doin' it

Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it

I guess I love it, ha

Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature

Livin' now, we're livin', not at all for you

Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all

Lookin' at the sky and the stars above

Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature

Livin' now, we're livin', not at all for you

Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all

Lookin' at the sky and the stars abov

作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Allen Toussaint/Tom Nehls/Jayceon Taylor

作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Allen Toussaint/Tom Nehls/Jayceon Taylor

I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it

Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke ******** with it

I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him

'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him

The black sheep (Mmm-hmm), and the . (Mmm-hmm)

Michael Jordan (Mmm-hmm), man a . (Mmm-hmm)

Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat

Fish scale weigh ten whales and, umm, handle ****

Kyrie and the pope (Mmm-hmm), poetic justice

2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it

Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, umm, reconstruct it

Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'

Give me the Valour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'

Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions

That Malcolm had with Cashus Claysam cookin' Jim Brown

I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down

In Miami, woah, shit, Logic

Logically, chronically, sonically (You, you, you, you, you, haha)

Ayy, I could give a **** about this rap shit, homie

Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phoney

Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again

I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in

Life's a trip though

Cash is dead, I took my money to the crib though

Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though

Hahahaha, alright, oh my God, sippin' la tasse, feelin' posh

Flow so I'll, that shit was born in the triage

I got more tracks than ****** addicts

When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine

But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics

That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it

They said I couldn't, said I won't

I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a **** 'cause I don't

Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams

I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams

Now I understand that none of that is what it seems

It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness

If that's the only reason that you doin' it

Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it

I guess I love it, ha

Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature

Livin' now, we're livin', not at all for you

Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all

Lookin' at the sky and the stars above

Just me and my fleet, y'all, with the feature

Livin' now, we're livin', not at all for you

Funny how my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all

Lookin' at the sky and the stars abov

View full lyrics
related suggestion
play all
delete playlist
删除歌圈
next play
add to new playlist
WeChat
QQ friends
QQ space
Facebook
Twitter
Add seed music to the home screen
中文简体 中文繁体 English 한국어
关闭