LYRICS: Logic – Lightsabers Feat. C Dot Castro

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[Part I]

[Intro: Juicy J & C Dot Castro]

Logic

Talk shit, get hit, nigga

This is a world premiere

Logic, Juicy J, College Park

Takin’ ’em back to 2011, my nigga

[Chorus: Logic]

It’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

Yeah, uh, had a lot of bad ones this year, this—, this year

But—, but—, but today’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

I’ve been up and I’ve been down, but you know

Any day you wake up, that’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

Had a lot of bad ones this year, this—, this year

But—, but—, but today’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

I’ve been up and I’ve been down, but you know

Any day you wake up, that’s a good day

[Verse: Logic]

Livin’ life like a renegade

Most people just livin’ they life tryna get paid

Good fella wanna get made, tryin’ to get that paper

Me and my neighbors, we shinin’ like lightsabers

Ain’t handin’ out no favors, we lucky to be alive

Smoke somethin’ to this and vibe

I hope you don’t give up your dreams for a nine-to-five

Don’t get me wrong, it’ll pay your bills

But if you don’t love your job, tell me, what’s the point?

Don’t disappoint, better make it a point to do it a better way

Everybody wanna get away

But no matter the shit that you goin’ through

Already knowin’ you know—

[Chorus: Logic]

It’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

Yeah, uh, had a lot of bad ones this year, this—, this year

But—, but—, but today’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

I’ve been up and I’ve been down, but you know

Any day you wake up, that’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

Had a lot of bad ones this year, this—, this year

But—, but—, but today’s a good day (Good day, good day, good day, good day)

I’ve been up and I’ve been down, but you know

Any day you wake up, that’s a good day

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Logic]

Let me get up on my MPC

When it come to makin’ beats, I’m the MVP

I’m the main motherfucker, you’re an NPC

Got ’em full of envy, the boy from M.D

Destroyed what I see, deploy, then I be

The illest MC, braggadocios flow

Vein like an IV, and I’m all up in the system

Blink once and you might have missed him

Pack a punch, like I’m Sonny Liston

Better listen, like I always do the intuition

Never missin’, ‘less I’m on tour

Then the family, I miss ’em

[Bridge: Logic]

Come and get some money (Money, money, come and get some)

Some money (Come and get some)

Come and get some money (Money, money, uh, uh)

Some money (Money, money)

Come and get some fame (Get some fame)

Come and get some (Get some, come and get some)

Come and get some fame (Some fame, some fame)

Come and get some (No, uh)

(What then, motherfucker?)

I’ma tell you right now (Hurry up)

Boy, you better calm down (Man, just spit it out)

Boy, you better reckon who you talkin’ to, I’m tryna talk to you

(Well, all this time you’ve been talkin’, you still ain’t said shit)

Shut the fuck up when you talkin’ to me

‘Fore I bust your head, just for talkin’ to me

Don’t do it for the money (Don’t do it for the money)

Don’t do it for the fame (Don’t do it for the fame)

Don’t do it for the money (Don’t do it for the money)

Don’t do it for the fame (Don’t do it for the fame)

But you did it for the money (You did it for the money)

And you did it for the fame (You did it for the fame)

You did it for the money (You did it for the money)

You did it for the fame (You did it for the fame)

[Verse 2: Logic]

Well, that ain’t the same, I already broke in the game

If you knew hip-hop, then you knew my name

But I was tired of broke, it was time to retire, it broke

I was so sick of bringin’ all that fire to folks that wouldn’t pay attention

So I made it all from the heart, then I put it on the business

Cap, and the rest is a wrap, from the boom-bap to the trap

Bust like a gat

I did it for the money and I did it for the fame

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that

And did it for the kid with the dream

Rappin’ in the mirror in his room as a teen

Hopin’ that he’d be seen by the world, and he would be (Would be)

[Breakdown: Logic]

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

Yeah, be (Would be)

[Verse 3: Logic]

Everybody in my business, homie

Give a fuck about you and the critics, homie

Made a couple million, now they all up on me

I remember the days when they wasn’t though

I remember the days when I was cookin’ crack with my cousin

No, but on another note, I remember all the days in the basement, yeah

I remember no communication

‘Cause I was hustlin’, stackin’ the ammunition

Know the RattPack was on a mission, homie

See the vision, me and my division finna make it out

Now let me travel in time to 2011

And pass the mic’ to my homie all alone in his house

Talkin’ ’bout where we grew up and hopin’ we would make it out

Homie, make it out

[Verse 4: C Dot Castro]

Hopefully, one day, I get to be famous

Hopefully, one day, I’m hittin’ these stages

Hopefully, they gon’ get lit to these bangers

Waste off the set, one of these bitches just fainted

Hopefully we get this shit before we go and get evicted

I keep missin’ these payments

Warrant for my arrest, ’cause I done skipped the arrangements

Sometimes I feel like I can’t win, yeah, yeah

Plus ’round my way, bro, this shit can get dangerous

‘Round my way, they always grippin’ the stainless

Spin the block twice, if they miss where they’re aimin’

Yeah, your chain for your life, and they’re quick to exchange you

Yeah, that’s just the way that it is, don’t think it’s ever changin’

One day, I’ll say that I made it out

Look at my life while I sit in amazement

One day, I’ll throw an obscene amount

Out in Nobu, ten band tip to the waitress

One day there’ll be no debate about who the greatest out

Bitch, it’s him, no replacements, we’ll never choose the safest route

Put it all on the line, it’s a risk, then we take it, one day

[Outro: C Dot Castro & Logic]

Hello?

Hey, what’s up, bro, you at the crib?

Yeah, I’m just writin’ this verse

Alright, me and Lenny are just hittin’ a Mr. Burger

We’ll be there in like ten minutes

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