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Everyday (Versão Clipe) (Feat. Marshmello)

Logic


I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good
Think you gon' talk shit
you better not, my homies real hood
They say, "Logic, why you do that? "
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah, they used to be like, "Who that? "
I don't know, I don't know
Now they know my name wherever I go
Used to think that's what I wanted, but now just don't know
No, I can't fuck with that, knuck if you buckin' back
Yeah, I been workin' but I ain't get nothin' back
Tell me the dealy now, hold up, wait, really now
All of that shit you been talkin' just silly now

Just as quick as you rise
Just as quick as you could fall
Oh, no, no, no, I can't fuck with that at all
Can't fuck with that at all

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah

All, all she ever wanted was attention
And a bunch of other shit I shouldn't mention
'Cause she got daddy issues for days, for days and days
But today, she ain't got shit to do
Her right along with you
So we gon' fuck around and vibe
and vibe, and vibe, and vibe
I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
Yeah, I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
'Cause they tell me I'm the man

God damn, listen, yeah
I'm visualizing the realism of my life in actuality
Step to me fatality, yeah
This shit is my galaxy
I'm who the baddest be
I rather be at the cademy
Yeah, killers, I'm glad to be me
Magnify the shit like bi focal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet
But in person, they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up
If you prefer to be local
I'm loco from Noho to Soho
Gettin' cheese like a photo
You know hoe
II'm blessed like sunday flyer than a runaway
Lil Bobby never second guessed he'd make it one day
One day or another, my brother
Word to your mother
They should give me a badge
Cause I'm always under covers
God damn, I'm miraculous man
You know I get it, I get it, I get it
Get the young Sinatra spit it
Rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album
With a thirty second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane
Like I'm running the train with Peter Parker
On tour, I have more sexy in the city
then Sarah Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go, it get darker
They say they want the old me
They want the old Sinatra back
The one that murder it, rip it up
No, no, never given up
Rhyming almanac
Yeah, I'm all of that, fall back
Like september again bashing
these rappers so hard
they won't remember again
When it comes to hip hop, bitch
I'm indigenous to this
It's apparent, I'm barreling down like a parent
When the beef is at stake
I'm mastros
My God, level lyricism surpass flows
I'm much more than fast flows
Money talk, cash knows
Greatest ever, I surpass those
Fuck that rap shit
It's that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is mu contraption (Bobby)
I was born and raise in the trap, son (Bobby)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby)
I don't really know why I rap, son, Ayy

Cause they tell me I'm the man
You the man right now, you the man right now
With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now
Fuck the lights and the cameras
and the money and the fame
I'ma do it for the fam right now
I'ma get it for the 301
and the R-A-double T-P-A-C 'cause you know

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin' on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch
And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise ya
To pay attention, never need to mention
I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
Ain't got no love for the feds
Can't let fame go to yo head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I'm finna kill it instead
I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
Do it, do it, do it like I never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don't
Swear to God that they would but they won't
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah—yeah
Like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I done made 20 million dollars (preach)
I don't flex to be acknowledged (preach)
At this point it's common knowledge (preach)
All you haters been abolished (preach)
You in the club throwin' dollars
but I'm savin' mine
so my kids go to college (preach)
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach)
Just as long as they never say (preach)
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)

Letra enviada por Silvia Castro

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