Logic – OCD Lyrics

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[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Post-Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
Out this universe, D.C
Goin’ so hard, make it look easy
Put the squad, zone 3
We so cold, wrist on freeze
Roll it up for me, get high
If you feel me, put your hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
Break it down, roll it up for me, get high
Nothin’ else matters up until the day I die
Wanna move my loved ones out the South Side
If you look up you might see us in the sky (Sky so high)
If you look up you might see us in the sky (In the sky)

[Verse 1: Logic]
Time is undefeated, in the end it beats us all
My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall
Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance
I ain’t talkin’ commas and zeros or monetary
Talkin’ self-worth, put yourself first
Don’t worry ’bout the worst
But when you in this position, it’s hard to make selfish decisions
Got enough bread, I’ma eat, but what about the rest my team?
They good and all, but I mean
If disappeared from the scene, then what’s gon’ happen?
What’s gon’ happen?
In a hotel writin’ rhymes before I headline in a festival
But all that’s runnin’ through my mind is bottom lines and decimals
So focused on the brand sometimes forget about the Man
Reflectin’ in the mirror with this pen in his hand
99 percent of these people will never understand
Supply and demand
‘Cause I’m in the public eye, they think they know who I am

[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Verse 2: Logic]
“Oh, shit, it’s Logic! Can I have a picture?” They don’t give a damn
Soon as they see me, they clench the device that’s in they hand
Don’t even say hello, more like, “Can I get one for the ‘Gram?”
That’s when I be like, “Fuck no, but you can shake my hand
Let’s have a conversation, talk about life man-to-man
You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph”
“Logic, yeah, that’s cool and all, but I’d much prefer a photograph
I mean, can I have a photograph?”
Goddamn, all these people nowadays are so unusual
They’d rather snap a pic with you to go get more likes than usual
Than have a conversation, back in the basement with no placement
Couldn’t ever fathom talkin’ to my favorite rapper that way
I’m just an entity, my DNA not my identity
Findin’ serenity, become a better man, I better be
For the child and my baby momma
Stummy, never crummy
We can make bread, tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead
I’m tryna be the happiest that I can be instead
I’m tryna get ahead like a fetus, money don’t complete us
Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression
Bein’ rich is not a blessin’, fame is not a blessin’
Wasn’t ’til I was rich and famous I learned that lesson
What’s the meanin’ of life?
To live it, what I’m guessin’, yeah

[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Outro: Thalia]
Social media may cause depression

A$AP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$ lyrics

(feat. DRAM)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn and the Klondike
Carhartt where my car apart
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, “That’s my car”
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf)
Now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these medicines [TESTING!]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

Lil Durk – When I Was Little

[Verse 1]
I’ll fuck your bitch if she put it in
And I just ran up a hundred bands
Gave him my watch and he flooding it
Nut in her face and she rub it in
Niggas sippin’ on the cutter ten
Bitch I’m ballin’ like Above the Rim
See my face cost another ten
Had a Ford, now I got a Benz
Honda Accord, we was trappin’ in
See the stores they was runnin’ in
Snatch and grab, got my bitch a bag
Eleven years, got nine in
New generation dying fast
Before the P’s, had dime bags
Pinky ring cost nine stacks, yeah
You can’t name a bitch that I ain’t touch
Now I’m Balmain rocking, came a long way from Von Dutch
Multiply and crush, shout out to scammers
Ain’t no I in us, I’m too high to trust

[Chorus]
I was fucked up when I was little
I ain’t never had no money (let’s get it)
I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs)
I didn’t take drugs when I was little (turn up)
Percocet sick to my stomach (get it)
I got two beams, now you little (little)
You already know how I’m comin’ (ayy)
I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
I ain’t never had no money (guns)
I was fucked up when I was little (money)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
I didn’t take drugs when I was little
Percocet sick to my stomach
I got two beams, now you little (let’s get it)
You already know how I’m comin’ (let’s get it)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can litter you (turn up)
Stack them books, you political (let’s get it)
I can litter you (litter you)
Bag on your head, get rid of you
You told on the audio
Nigga that’s an interview
Got drugs in Idaho
Them’ll come with chemicals
My skin inky, smoke that stinky
Don’t drink that green shit, wedding ring my pinky
My bitch she decent, she know I eat it
She say I’m freaky, she know I’m geekin’
New Prada, two straps
Cough syrup, two caps
My bank account, 21, 21
That forty cal, 21, 21
I fuck her, she 21, 21
I got the pounds for, 21

[Chorus]
I was fucked up when I was little
I ain’t never had no money (let’s get it)
I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs)
I didn’t take drugs when I was little (turn up)
Percocet sick to my stomach (get it)
I got two beams, now you little (little)
You already know how I’m comin’ (ayy)
I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
I ain’t never had no money (guns)
I was fucked up when I was little (money)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
I didn’t take drugs when I was little
Percocet sick to my stomach
I got two beams, now you little (let’s get it)
You already know how I’m comin’ (let’s get it)

ASAP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock