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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 1]
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope, high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh, uh, circumstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
 
[Verse 2]
I've upgraded while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
Who gives a fuck though?
Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson, but fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo, I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck the rap game, I'm done now
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 3]
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You want to hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his car seat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch
Then I walk through the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I mean, why rap about everyday shit
When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, 'You gotta get home, feed your son,' girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call me back
We couldn't get the fuckin' Super **** sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying, bro
But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint
I think it could be crazy
Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
 

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Bells

All the lights go down
All the lights go down
I'm shackled to the sound
To the sound
 
If it falls apart
If it falls apart
They will hunt me down
Hunt me down
 
When all is said and done
When all is said and done
Then what do we become?
 
Do you remember
Do you remember
Anything at all?
 
I'm not here to make you stay
I'm not here to take you away
I can't make you disappear
I can't take away your fear
 
I won't help you understand
I will not clap my hands
But I will tell you the truth
I did not come here for you
 
I did not come here for you
I did not come here for you
I did not come here for you
I did not come here for you
 

Lost It

[Rich The Kid:]
Metro be boomin'
 
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
Louis my carpet (carpet)
Don't get us started (huh)
I'm back on that boss shit (what, back on that, back on that)
She boujee and bossy (bossy)
The top, I done lost it (I lost it)
The Bentley don't cost shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I walk out the bank rich (walk out the, walk out the, walk out the)
Ok, drank sippin', lane switchin'
I done brought my gang with me (my gang)
Fresh out the freezer, my ice drippin' (ice)
Money coming in, my life different
Ooh, I might snatch that coupe
Ooh, yo bitch fuck, she cute
I put the gang on my chain too (gang)
They going out sad that's nothing new
 
They going out bad, the sad way (huh)
I put the cash on three way (racks)
Rich nigga drop a baby in a hoe face (hoe face)
Where the hell was you at on the broke days? (Whoa)
Ooh, yeah
I got the birds like Falcons (like Falcons)
She can't get a bag, she pouting (she pouting)
I racked up the money, a mountain (racks)
The drip is water, a fountain (drip, drip)
Streets on lock, all of my niggas still whip the pot (whip it)
No time for the pussy, just want the top
Was trappin' at fishes and chicken spot
Ooh, trap game amazing (amazing)
I plug walk and they pay me (plug)
Got the bad bitches going crazy (going crazy)
Stir fry, I'ma whip up a baby (whip)
Came in this bitch with the gang (gang)
Too many diamonds, my chain (chain)
Lil' bitch want a ring a (rang)
Fuck her once, make her sing
Ooh, might [?] if she don't act right (act right)
Can't open the door, the coupe is retarded (skrrt)
He cannot afford it (afford it)
The latest designer, already done bought it (I bought it)
Gang with me, none of you niggas can hang with me (nah)
Cuban link, cost a buck 50 (buck 50)
Told the money, 'bitch you stuck with me' (rich)
 
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
Louis my carpet (carpet)
Don't get us started (huh)
I'm back on that boss shit (what, back on that, back on that)
She boujee and bossy (bossy)
The top, I done lost it (I lost it)
The Bentley don't cost shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I walk out the bank rich (walk out the, walk out the, walk out the)
Ok, drank sippin', lane switchin'
I done brought my gang with me (my gang)
Fresh out the freezer, my ice drippin' (ice)
Money coming in, my life different
Ooh, I might snatch that coupe
Ooh, yo bitch fuck, she cute
I put the gang on my chain too (gang)
They going out sad that's nothing new (whoa)
 
[Quavo:]
Huncho
Signature AP (ice), clarity HD (whoo, whoo)
Drippin' in water links (drippin')
Bring your jet skis (splash)
Order a quarter piece (brr, brr), but do not text me (hello)
Big bag of Funyon rings, they want the recipe (cook it)
She got a bag on her (bag), yeah that's because of me (me)
She fuck with the same plug (plug), still with the OGs (OG)
Well, hop out the new generation (new generation)
Hop out the new elevation (new elevation)
What you gon' do when you make it? (huh)
Hop out the Lamb, then I skated (skrrt)
I brought the gang with me, to the bank with me (yeah)
Put that thing in sport, then I started lane switching (skrrt)
Jumped off the porch, then I start my gang business (gang gang)
Huncho and Rich The Kid plug walkin' to the riches (walkin')
You the type of nigga love talkin' to these bitches (talk it)
I'm the type of nigga drippin' faucet on these bitches (faucet)
Gimme my assist, I'm Tony Parker with these bitches (Tony)
 
[Rich The Kid:]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
Louis my carpet (carpet)
Don't get us started (huh)
I'm back on that boss shit (what, back on that, back on that)
She boujee and bossy (bossy)
The top, I done lost it (I lost it)
The Bentley don't cost shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I walk out the bank rich (walk out the, walk out the, walk out the)
Ok, drank sippin', lane switchin'
I done brought my gang with me (my gang)
Fresh out the freezer, my ice drippin' (ice)
Money coming in, my life different
Ooh, I might snatch that coupe
Ooh, yo bitch fuck, she cute
I put the gang on my chain too (gang)
They going out sad that's nothing new
 
[Offset:]
Offset!
I ran them streets with no cleats (hey)
44 millimeter iced out Philippe (ice)
I get geeked like I'm Screech (geeked)
Stash money in the base like Big Meech (stash)
Ooh, there's a hunnid racks still in this [?] (racks)
Move, AK-47 stick sweep (move)
Her boobs, only $5, 000, that's cheap (hey)
We rude, pull up with the fire, got heat (fire)
Doggin' these bitches, don't fall for these bitches (grr)
Work hard in the kitchen, don't pay her no penny (nah)
I give 'em a K for a mission (grra)
Fifty brown, hundred round ammunition (fifty brown)
I put my kids on her whiskers (woo, shoot 'em), bullets they whistle (bow, bow)
Bermuda to Cuba, they kissing (Bermuda)
The cookie polluted the trenches (polluted)
They come hit your noodle for tension (hey)
Shoot him, hoo, attention (hoo)
Ice, ice, cleanse it (ice)
Gimme the weight, I bench it (weight)
They cuttin' your drank, syringe it (cut)
These niggas big cap, pretending (cap)
I took me a mile off inches (mile)
They bite like West Nile, they vicious
 
[Rich The Kid:]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
Louis my carpet (carpet)
Don't get us started (huh)
I'm back on that boss shit (what, back on that, back on that)
She bougie and bossy (bossy)
The top, I done lost it (I lost it)
The Bentley don't cost shit (skrr skrr)
I walk out the bank rich (walk out the, walk out the, walk out the)
Ok, drank sippin', lane switchin'
I done brought my gang with me (my gang)
Fresh out the freezer, my ice drippin' (ice)
Money coming in, my life different
Ooh, I might snatch that coupe
Ooh, yo bitch fuck, she cute
I put the gang on my chain too (gang)
They going out sad that's nothing new (whoa, whoa)
 

Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief

All the holes
At once
Are coming alive
Set free
Out of sight
And out of mind
The lonely and their prey
 
[Chorus]
The ones you light your fires to keep away
Is crawling out upon its belly
And all you have to do is say yes
 
[Verse 2]
All the birds
Stay up
In the trees
All the fish
Swim down to the deep
The lonely and their prey
I am here
Come to me
Before it's too late
 
[Chorus]
The one you light your fires to keep away
Is crawling out upon its belly
And all you have to do is say yes
 

La Gloria

Oh, Suzi, you're shaking your red hair
Disco diva y flamenco chico
You know the eyes'll all be fixing on you tonight
La bonita a la vista de un marinero
 
The men in the 'casa de rosa'
They have a penchant for living
She'll be dancing till the coca wears off tonight
Who's a bad girl tonight?
 
Tonight she'll be having fun
The likes of which we'll never know
Tonight she'll be having fun
See her go (see her go)
 
Whoa, estamos en la gloria
 
Suzi, you're shaking your red dress
Viva tango to revive the bull
(Viva tango to revive the bull)
She'll be dancing, she'll be clicking her heels tonight
If you see her estrellita, she'll make you king for a day
 
Olé to the cabaretera
She'll sing all your troubles away
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun
Pata tendida!
Si no la bandida
She go rat-tat-tat-ta
 
¡Ariba, ariba, ariba andale!
Kiss all them working-day blues away
Till the light of day
 
Estamos en la gloria
Whoa, estamos en la gloria
 
(Estamos en la gloria)
Whoa, estamos en la gloria  
La gloria
La gloria