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Paradise II (Album Version)
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Logic
Featuring(s) : Norah Jones
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[Intro: Norah Jones] Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la [Verse: Logic & Norah Jones] Cruisin' through the borderlands, catch a vibe Fatherhood my hustle, nowadays I'm makin' music on the side I confide in the page, weed smoke fill the air like sage Thirty-two my age, I spot a couple grays Feel my blood pressure raise No longer are the days of my childhood My priority nowadays is makin' sure my wife and my child good Steppin' to me, I wish you would Lord of the Rings, my bling shine like Elijah Wood (Ah-ah-ah) Yeah, the lows be low, but the highs be good Beneath the sheets like an Isley would I pick up the mic, oh my God, he good Retired and came back just like they thought he would (Uh-uh) Feel it and face 'em (Uh-uh) I'm tryna face it (Uh-uh), the rest is basic, uh (Uh-uh) Ayo, I want you to play this (Uh-uh) and vibe in the ride (Uh-uh) I'm finally happy with the man (Uh-uh) on the inside Full of pride (Uh-uh), full of fear Been a decade, but I'm here, seein' clear Different motivations, no longer the people that's up in my ear (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I woke up early on my born day like Nasir in '94 (Ah-ah-ah) Three-hundred-sixty-five behind me now, plus one more My physical frame made it beyond what they said it would My debut album did better than Reddit said it would Made it out the trap, but I got my gat, yeah, that's a fact I'm runnin' it back, like, "What's up?" From the cover of XXL to my moment of clarity (Ooh-ooh-ooh) As I excel at Madison Square, I swear The rap game will split your shit like an affair Prepare for the worst And this business shit can get grimy, got 'em all behind me Come now, don't try me, 'cause I'm me, the God Study bitches like I'm abroad This is dad music, pick up the pen and know how to use it (Ah-ah-ah) Plenty responsibility in me, know how to use it Appreciative for what I got, 'cause people could lose it Take these lyrics and use it (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Take the heart on my sleeve and transfuse it I'm bleeding as you listen to what I'm reading (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No longer needing approval and feeding into the vision of the public I'm above it, used to do it how they did it 'Cause I thought that's how you did it, now I do it 'cause I love it I don't covet everything they got that I don't (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Outro: Norah Jones] Let me out of the water Let me into your sunny day Let me out, out of the water Let me into your sunny day Get me out of this water Let me into your sunny day Get me out of this water Let me into your sunny day Stop tryna make it right Gotta get it nice and light Won't you take me for a ride? Take me into paradise Gotta keep our heads tonight Even if it makes a fight Take me into paradise Here I am in paradise [Skit] Ah shit, we out of gas Yo, I gotta pull up in this gas station right quick Yo, I'll pump, y'all grab some jacks here Did your fat ass just say get some snacks? Hahaha, psych, nah, psych, nah Yo, I said "jacks", nigga, fuck you Man, I'm just playin' with you bro, I said "psych, nah" Nah, nigga, you can't just be saying "psych, nah" like it's all fuckin' good Aight man, damn Ayy, nigga, I think this nigga really do need some snacks Hahaha Ayy! What's up? Lemme get some Cheetos Ayy, d– ayy, Logic, look, shawty at the register kinda bad, you know what I'm sayin'? Mm, God damn, hey girl, can I get a pack of Newports? And some Cheetos (Um, my name's not girl, it's Nikki) Nah, nah, nah, you see my homie over there? (Yeah?) Well, he's a rapper and we got this show tonight If you give me your number, I can put you on the VIP list (That scrawny little white boy is a rapper? Haha, I'm good) Come on Nikki, don't be that way, I was just tryna, you know Everybody get your fuckin' hands up! (Ahh!) Open the register, bitch! (Oh shit!) I said "now", bitch! You wanna die today? Oh shit, what the fuck, hey, hey, hey You two, hands up! Ayy, chill bro, chill, God damn, what the– Put the money in the bag! Ayy, Logic What? What? Ayy, nigga, get on your knees What? What? No, I'm not gonna suck his dick, man Nah, nah, nigga, get on your hands and knees and I'ma push him over you, nigga Oh, ok, oh, alright, yeah Yeah, bitch Ayy, punk! Fuck you say? Logic! Oh shit, yo, I'm good Logic! Nah, nah, nah, I'm good, yo, this fuckin'– This dude shot himself in the head when he– when he fell down Ayy, ayy, bro, you alright? Yeah, I just– I just never seen a nigga's brains before You haven't? You have? Yeah man, when I was like nine, I was just– Yo, what the fuck happened? Y'all alright? Yeah, yeah, yo, this dude he– he tried to rob the place and he– he– (You saved me) Ha, girl, you know it ain't no thing, I was just, you know What? No, no, no, he ain't saved you bitch, we saved you (How can I ever possibly repay you?) You know, I was just doing what anybody woulda done for us (I'll do anything) Anything? (Anything) Shit, suck a nigga dick or some'
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