Young Jesus lyrics

[Logic:]

What up Bobby

This that 95 shit right here

Take 'em back to the 90s!

Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice

It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists

Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace

Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice

Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight attendant

Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant

Got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance

Okay, back in the day as a college park tenant

Still can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnant

Man. that’s the definition of a life sentence

A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce

Cause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic

Fuck all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennis

I'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senate

Scared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent it

I'm, forever alone in my mind

See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac

Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at

Yeah, I know that I’m livin' like I got it okay, yeah

But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

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[Big Lenbo:]

Ayo, fuck all that, it’s the fat young Jesus

Flow prestigious

Stackin’ money and playing the field man like Regis

Better believe us or leave us

Grabbin' your bitches’ cleavage like, oo-ah

I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin’ the man

Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon

Like goddamn

It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists

Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie

Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie

I'm unscannable, young cannibal

Eat wack MCs like Hannibal

Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal

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Over here, over here

Over here, over here

Over here, over here

[Logic + Big Lenbo:]

Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious

The young Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval

Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval

I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people

Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'

Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden

The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye

Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do

This shit is overduePass me the fifth and I'm comin' through

The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio

Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo

To hold a brother down like the white man

Fuck that, nigga

Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff

Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real

Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man

I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland

I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon

I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love

We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this

Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us

We the illest

Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick

Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it

Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom

Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on

• Artist:Logic
• Album:The Incredible True Story