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Logic - Fear (AUDIO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Electric Guitar
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Synthesizer
Tom Lea
Tom Lea
Viola
Peter Jacobson
Peter Jacobson
Cello
Chris Thornton
Chris Thornton
Background Vocals
Dria Thornton
Dria Thornton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Albert
Conor Albert
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Producer
6ix
6ix
Producer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Recording Engineer
Conor Albert
Conor Albert
Producer

Lyrics

I can't let you hold me back, oh, no I can't let you hold me back no more I can't let you hold me back, oh, no I can't let you hold me back no more Take a minute and think about what you're doing And why you're doing it, why you pursuing it Is you really happy? I been all around the world and back again I rap it in a microphone and let 'em know that if you're coming at me I'ma never give up Give a damn if I gotta live up to every single one of your expectations I remember the moment of my life The moment of eyesight, all up in the spotlight, uh Uh, people think we gotta be the perception, what you need is an intervention Everything that you doin' better be with intention I hope every single one of you payin' attention, uh (uh, all my life) I used to move a certain way because I was afraid That I would not be loved the way that I deserve to be Until the day the fear deserted me, deserve to be free And do whatever the fuck I wanna do when I wanna do it When it come to the world and creativity (all my life) I can't let you hold me back, oh, no (all my life) I can't let you hold me back no more I can't let you hold me back, oh, no I can't let you hold me back no more (now) (Y-, y-, y-, y-, yeah) I'm just tryna do my best, baby Ain't no wonder why I'm so stressed lately Life we livin' hard This life we livin' hard I don't know why I always lie to myself And callin' anybody for you My homies runnin' 'round, doin' shit we weren't s'posed to do Gettin' high all night, then we turn on the local news 'Nother brother gunned down, don't know what we supposed to do Tryna make it out 45 in the waistband, out of place, man I'm just tryna live my life and do it right I know you heard me I know they all heard me now Get out this place Been dreaming of that finest space Paradise Paradise Help me get, get out this place Been dreaming of that finest space Paradise Ooh, paradise We gotta get up, get up, get up, get out of here Yeah, yeah We gotta get up, get up, get up, get out of here Ooh
Writer(s): Unknown, Henry Cosby, Sylvia Moy, Stevie Wonder, Lula Mae Hardaway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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