Logic - Two Kings lyrics

rate me

Hook:

Every time I think I’ve gotta go

Cause if you see her you gotta know

Bitches only care about the flow

Come on you know how the story go

[Verse 1 - Logic:]

This that shit never runnin’ and they always pretending

Condescending ain’t what I’m beenin’

Just imagine like Lennon

That we livin’ like long division, my vision is risen

Shout out my homie in prison, shit is deeper than an incision

On a lower level word to the devil

I could fit a treble inside

I tellin’ me what to do, I never abide, fit the vibe

The second we arrive, you know we just know how to do it

My style they can never renew it, I bet they know it

2 x Hook:

Every time I think I’ve gotta go

Cause if you see her you gotta know

Bitches only care about the flow

Come on you know how the story go

[Verse 2 - King Chip:]

She came with a couple of friends told them come on in

I was wonderin’, do you need someone to fill you in

On the reg nigga, nigga not givin’ a fuck about why you mad at me

I’m hittin’ that pussy standin on the wall like ain’t no gravity

King Chip is what? get observation

He gon’ keep living while you keep observating

Is that even a word? probably is you hatin’?

Language is the arts so when I talk I’m creatin’

Whole new way to live, way to think, way to feel

Let them bitch ass niggas know they fuck with me they gon get killed

They gon’ run, put that on my son, nigga don’t give no fuck

All a nigga know is bad luck, bad luck

Knowin a nigga gettin’ to these L’s while I can doe

Working towards more happiness than I can handle

Light the candle, South Africa after sexin’

My doors open we smoking, chilling, relaxin’

2 x Hook:

Every time I think I’ve gotta go

Cause if you see her you gotta know

Bitches only care about the flow

Come on you know how the story go

[Verse 3 - Logic:]

I see through these motherfuckers like catscans

And if they talkin’ back I just give them the backhand

Think I work for Apple the way I give ‘em the Mac man

Only partially ballin’ motherfuckers is Pac Man (God Damn!)

I’m just playin’, don’t pay attention to what I’m sayin’

Everything just a part of my plan

Cause really I ain’t shit just a man

Chilling in my city spending money like Diddy

Hundreds and fifty’s I’m spittin’ gritty

While you sittin’ pretty who fuckin with me?

First name Bobby, but I spit that crack like I was Whitney

Started as a hobby but who knew back then what this shit would get me

And know they all up on the scrotum

The second I told em these lyrics I wrote em

Acting like I owe’d em

Not a lot of people understand my words cause I decode em

Now these bitches give me the top of the totem

I’ma break it down, I feel like I’m breaking down

Until I hit the mic cook up the shit that I’m making now

Kinda like Quentin Tarentino these only built for cuban links

With Gambino’s at the casino blowin’ my notes with a C-note

Some people call me Robert cause I’m all about the Deniro

Talk a lot of shit that’s why you sound like a Culetto

You fuckin’ better my lyricism es feo pendejo

All up in my business while I’m just tryna get the queso

Life’s about the peso, in English that means the money

and if your buzz is as big as mine you’ll get all the honeys like

2 x Hook:

Every time I think I’ve gotta go

Cause if you see her you gotta know

Bitches only care about the flow

Come on you know how the story go

Thanks to killa for correcting these lyrics