Logic - Tree Of Life lyrics

rate me

Ft. Slug & Killer Mike

(Hook: Logic)

I read this thing from Atmosphere the otha day

Spoke about music we luv and music we hate

I don't know why

But I can relate to this

(Verse: Logic)

Rap, bitches, money, cars only take u but so far

I can guarantee u that shit don't make up a super star

Time place, all good, whilin' out like u should

Let ur fingers do the talkin' in person I wish u would

God damn that's my jam, let me get it like this my man

Even though no body don't understand like, like, like, like

Hold up, what's the hold up?

You like what u like, she like what he like, he like what they like

They all hate what u like and u like fuck 'em all

So much division my vision is faded

We all from the same tree but u leaves degraded

Judgin' the different branches in music that elevated

Just cuz it's further from the roots don't mean that u should hate it

Cuz there's a time and place for everythin' that's been created

Damn, see in the end we all fam'

But in the end all that really matters is I know who I am

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Slug)

Nobody gotta agree wit me, I'm just bein' me

I keep breathin' my speech, u be

Comfortable if we never get to speak about it

You'd rather hit ur hammer, just leave without it

We got a lot of light for the storm

Wit more shine than that lamp keeps ur food warm

And the truth is un-disputable, it's beautiful

It should be considered the usual

So I ain't judgin' u for lovin' it so hard

But u disregard that we've all got old scars

My skin looks like bark

They used to do it out in the park

Pretend to defend or neglect to protect

Depends which voice the rain reflects, connection

Wit all the blood invested

You would think it was the luv that made impressions

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: Killer Mike)

My woman is a smooth vision

Aye, she my muse and I'm a musician

Luv her cuz a couple things she do different

Me and her be whippin' runnin', and gettin' money

We usually put that pimp in runnin', and count a 100

Mrs. Honey, yo hunnid, won't play the eight ball & MJG

I suggest u quit 'er now cuz that bitch won't keep it G

Cuz I'mma holler, I need a jissy fo' my waiter

Burbon, need the molly, high holy, we inhale it, exhale it

Early Sunday mornin', on fire gettin' higher

To the sounds of the Georgia mass choir

And I swear to god u ain't ever really smoked reefer 'til u do it to to the sound of

Aretha comin' loud out ur speaker

Bridge over trouble water and my heart

What God has brought together let not man break apart

I swear I ain't a pair around fuckin' 'round wit us

Cuz we be like it's Pimp C bitch, now what the fuck is up?

(Hook x2)