Lyrics:
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
the wasp, the ant, and the kangaroo
And they all went into the ark
For to get out of the rain
The animals went in two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The animals
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
Just let it rain all day
And wash away my sins
Let the light pass me by
So I can see it clear as day
Cause I don't wanna really have any disrespect
daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
ass GI Joe
This is the place that we made in
This is the place that they taking
This is the place that you slaved in
This is the place that you stop
to a safe place
I cant stop the rain from falling the storm is coming
so come with me to a safe place in my arms
And iits killing me inside that
i cant
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
Joe Jackson, I beat the sun up
Smart kid, but got dumb luck
The young waveland boy, on my south shit
Yeah they making noise, but they ain’t bout
with horses in it
This is a song with horses in it
Father told me to get my own place
I looked into Christmas towns
Found a place in Finland with some
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
Hey, hey
Mmm, mmm
Nuhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm surrounded by my friends
Eddie the sheep
Carol the donkey
Rasputia the parakeet
Oh don't forget Joe the cow
I
Most girls want curve I just dy slide by some
Me I don't play don't mean I can't have fun
The way you turn off the ground I'm caught up in a sand storm
or anywhere or place
Ain't no what's up nigga no fucking conversate
I ain't come to play I came To confiscate
You better pray to god that you ain't in my way
Im
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
stops often, I jot my observations, watchin'
Citizens walkin' off of the Joe Metropolitan
Proletariats and wayward sons
With old Filipino men speakin' in
on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name
Thanks a lot son,
up my mind blew up volcanoes erupted inside
I was dipped in a pit of lava like I was boiled alive
Time went by I strategized I learnt how to handle
at Bull Run and the place went dark
Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard working boys in the crew
Well it was one big
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
To the otherside of the game
I won't blame it on the rain
(Don't blame it on the rain)
I can make it through the pain
To the otherside of the game
I lived in
The face never changes, nor political stance
He's constantly smiling, a Greek comedy mask
So cool - roll the camera
The hair's in place
The same old tales
Cameron fucked us all up
Them cops that killed Breonna got charged with shootin' the wall up
I repeat, Daniel Cameron is a sell-out
He in a sunken place
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