Logic - Finding Forever lyrics

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Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Anybody roam back to your fantasy

Now go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Anybody roam back to your fantasy

Feel I got finding forever and ever

Doing it and ever whatever my hand on the level ready to go

Ready to go, yeah ready to go

Ready to go, yeah ready to go

Ready to go, ready to disappear, they never know,

I’ll be dealing with suets and friends talking about it straigh

From the roar roofs

But what if I told you rthat music you hear is actually from years ago

I’m talking long ago, but is funny hope the public will percide a little

From my start and every one will no believe it

I just leave it and go, leave it and go

Yeah leave it and go, yeah leave it and go

Bithc I’ve been in the beast homie, put your mind on East homie

Put you mind at East keep it on the last shut up

Tell that coming, I know that we doing the shit

That you was fucking with the, I’s so sad

Ain’t no problem i’ll be underpressure

Nothing can major, but all these beautiful around me such a pleasure

Shut up to the rap, ya’ll looking like September

No refil like forever but we gonna go and get that and we just

Go, go, go, go, go,

I’m writing this record, onthe back on a bus

Seems like evry get up has been though more rush

Be ready and seven six like, start with forty rush

Be ready to see that six ones, start it with the four

And thta homie guess, and my homie jump

Thou it’s that move you run, you know we gotta going on

On the road getting on with a afereance during the mic

Dit it all as stick it now but it sure on the mic

You know e on that router, restle wreaking with the base

Putting money and the thing, vision that with that game

When I’m done with the versus, send to Booby so the mix’s great

And when they drop with the trap show ‚em mixtape

If they alld rop like shit

God damn you know I’m feeling with the friends with the alboum

But you know I gotta kill it first

With the motherfucking killer verse

Rest inpiece man I wish I had a dealer first

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three

And when the alboum drop everybody gonna, gonna

To best ball like shit

You better pick that motherfucker

You baby should get up

Go, go, go

He won’t say the same things like the rap music

Now all it’s so bad

No back in that good music

Is good rap music, no he is not,

Are you listen to that rap

You nigga you alwayse had you sad stories

So mean