Universe

Logic

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Quentin Thomas to Mission Control Babel
We've come across a ship
It looks alien
Nothing I've ever seen before

I'm like wait up
Tryna get this paper
Tryna get this weight off my shoulders
I know the haters’ll get older but
I'm like wait up
Tryna get this paper
Tryna get this weight off my shoulders
I know the haters’ll get older but (I'm like wait up)
You gon’ have to catch me now
Can’t let a motherfucker best me now
Don’t test me now
Better rest me now
I’ve been paper chasing
‘Stead of facing all my demons
Feeling so complacent
Think I need to change, like breaking a 20
Been breaking my mind all for money, been
Been breaking my mind for like over a decade to get paid (I'm done with this-)

I'm done with this shit
Let’s have fun with this shit
Finally one with this shit
Finally one with myself
I’ve been basking in the blood of innocence
In a sense, I'm feeling infinite
Talking about the way my mind work
Put the pen to the pad and make a universe
Fucking with Bobby and now you in a hearse
Shouldn’t have have talked shit, just shouldn’t have conversed in the first place
Moving at a good pace (yeah, yeah)
Someway, somehow
Getting paid now
Keep my mental state, light through the shade now
Lot of things going on in the world ain’t no way I can evade now
Gotta gotta pray now
Ain’t nothing the same now
Bullet proof vest what I need when they spray now
Feel like every other day now
A bullets penetrating a child erasing a smile