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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
Peter Jacobson
Peter Jacobson
Cello
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Rhodes Piano
Lucy Rose
Lucy Rose
Background Vocals
Chris Thornton
Chris Thornton
Background Vocals
Stuart Bogie
Stuart Bogie
Saxophone
Tom Lea
Tom Lea
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Producer
Reed Seely
Reed Seely
Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Nich "S!lky" Jones
Nich "S!lky" Jones
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Producer

Songtexte

Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two (you are now witnessing) Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah (the one, the one, the only, the only) Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two (the one, the one, the only, the only) Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah (the one, the one, the only, the only) Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two (the one, the one, the only, the only) Uh, when I grip the mic, it's like I'm lookin' through the face of God I can't even begin to understand why I'm so hot Did everything I could to fit in, man, I really tried But was crucified There was days when I wished I was Cole, wished I was Kendrick Days when I wished I was Lupe, hella eccentric Days when I wished I was Jay and had the blueprint Makin' fresh money like a new mint 'Til I woke up one day and realized the logic Somethin' they could never be, let's not even acknowledge it I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet Doin' everything I could to try be who they be 'Til a couple albums back, when I was finally set free By the realization all I gotta do is be me Be me Uh anime lovin', video game-playin' Put that shit in my raps, people like "What the fuck is you sayin'?" Comin' with assault and battery Imitation is a form of flattery Tryna make somethin' so original, you can't flatter me That'll be the day 'Cause everybody sound like everybody anyway Man, there's only 12 notes to a scale Nothing's original under the sun, nothin' new to unveil It's like perfection (yeah), it's unattainable See, it's more about the journey than the destination (it's about the journey, man) Not to sound like a mom shoppin' at Erewhon Let's bring it back a square one Stay close to the iron, man, like Jon Favreau Killin' shit, Avada Kadavra (you are now witnessing, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah) The music, the people, the vibes, the money (check, one, two) The places, the moments, of course, the honeys (yeah) The bass, the stage, the faces in the crowd (yeah, yeah, yeah) That's what it's all about (yeah) The music, the people, the vibes, the money (yo, yo, yo, yeah) The places, the moments, of course, all the honeys (yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah) The bass, the stage, the faces in the crowd (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's what it's all about (you are now witnessing) Ayy, bro Yo Thank you for comin' to Mr. Burger, how can I help you? Yeah, hey, um, can I get a junior bacon chee'? Okay, we have one junior bacon chee' Yeah What's the size? Um, like, a medium A medium? And a Coke, please And a Coke, Diet Coke? No No Diet Coke, okay, one medium What do you want, bro? Me get, uh, let me get the number two Oh, that's pretty good Light ice on that- that soda though, Coke, please Did you get that? No, I'm sorry, can you please repeat that? Wait, you said number two? Yeah, number two I'm-I'm sorry, can you please speak up a little bit? Number two! Okay, we- so we have a number two? Yes, thank you Um, is there a drink with that? Okay Is there a drink? Oh, yeah, uh, a Coke with light ice Okay, one Coke with light ice Please pull around to the window on Street 77 Bro, I'm so fuckin' excited for this show tonight Hell yeah It's gonna be crazy Here's your small bacon chee', with a Coke, not Diet And your number two, with light ice Oh, thanks, girl, can I get some ketchup? Oh, sorry, it's in the back, one second Damn What? Straight fat nigga fantasy Fat nigga f- what- what the fuck is a fat nigga fantasy? That fine-ass skinny girl servin' burgers to a fat nigga like me Oh That's the fat nigga fantasy Here's you ketchup
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Kyle Metcalfe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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