Lyrics Logic – Freestyle Fridays Vol. 1

Tryna’ remember just how that shit feel
Broke as hell and try to get a deal
But now that I made it, it don’t feel real
Like it’s gon’ fall away, and I’ma wake up homeless in the Holloway
Growing up never ever had a holiday, now I’m like Halliday
From «Ready Player One» son
How I used to think about it, how you used to think son
Think about hoes, think about clothes
Wish that I had like six zero’s
Hit up the club through belly does
Dollar, dollar bills and bank loans
Wanna’ be loved, just wanna’ be celebrated
If I elevated they would never hate it
I’m a renegade it
So they love me, so they want me, so they bump me in they whip
Imma’ go platinum from rapping
You hear me, I’m snapping and killin’ this shit
Murder em’ all, some villainous shit
Murder em’ all, some villainous shit
Like, Like, Like

John Lindahl & Logic:
What you doing, what you thinking, what’s been on yo mind
Are you grinding, are you rhyming
Spending all your time
In the studio they don’t know what you feelin’ inside
Gotta’ get it all of your chest

What you doing, what you thinking, what’s been on yo mind
Are you grinding, are you rhyming