Logic - Walk On By lyrics

rate me

Who would have thought that painting pictures bout being broke

Would get me rich just like dealing coke

Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat

I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would talk

Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote

While they was firing, you could hear sirens

From people dialing and women crying in the phone

I was in the zone, trying to make a living

Heading to work in the morning

Nobody felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased

Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased

Elevated to levels I ain’t ever seen

Stacking this cream, living the American dream now

I’m going crazy, I ain’t slept in days

Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J’s

Always shouting out my team ’cause I get all the plays

But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days

See I’m from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation

From the smallest altercation, that can lead determination

With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation

Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations

As a youngin I was running wild

Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud

Doing shit just to do it, cause we wasn’t allowed

I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah

Now when my momma was at home drinking, thinking ’bout the bills

I was dreaming bout the mills, running round looking for thrills

I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page

And paints a picture of another age

Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shawties after dark

Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down

Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down

We just trying to make a living off of what we’ve been given

Wassup

[Hook]

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on

They call me Logic, yeah that’s logic

I ain’t rucked up in them bitches, I just write bout shit I see

Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be

And when I feel like I can’t write, that’s when I hit the MPC

My talent limitless, my time limited so listen up

If you can’t see the shit I see, you better get your vision up

I’m the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain

Album ain’t even in stores, they trynna sue me for my name

Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work

Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts

Back as a youngin, spitting game, tryna get the nut in

Living life to the fullest ’cause them little things ain’t nothing

My flow un-killable when I be murdering syllables

But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme

Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb

I be rapping til I’m dying, doing everything I love

That’s the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor

Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed

That’s the type of shit I need, lyrics bleed from my mind state

Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate

Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low

And sometimes I do shit I thought I'd never do before

My life is like a movie role that’s starring me

Got these women on me

I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me

At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot

Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips

Put my hands on her hips, til she puts them on her tits

Freak bitch, want the dick, biting on her finger tip

I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit

I’m thinking bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wiling out

But that pussy wet as hell, I think it’s time to end the drought

Then I guess she could be burning, and that’s not what I’m about

So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night

Cause when I’m gone that ain’t gonn be the song that they recite

Warrup.