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[Intro: Preme]
Why don’t you call on me, yeah, yeah
Call on me, yeah, yeah
You can lay it all on me (you can lay it all)
All on me, whoa
You hit me up and I’ll be on my way (yeah, yeah)
Just show me love and I’ll show you the same (ayy)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 1: Preme]
I been searchin’ for you, make way
These hoes searchin’ for a payday
So I don’t really hear the things that they say
‘Cause I don’t really trip unless it’s vacay, yeah, yeah
Just close the door
We jump in the car with nowhere to go
Just us in the road
Pickin’ new place on the globe
She never done this before, yeah
Hot girl with the boy from the corner
When I get it in your soul out
Neighbors is listenin’ close now
And you just be screamin’, “Oh slow down”
You got the world on your shoulders
So you hate bein’ sober
You hate gettin’ older
You so used to bein’ a loner
I tell you, “I love you” you tell me to show you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 2: Preme]
No lie, 23 up on your back, you’re so fly
Oh my, lookin’ like it’s gonna take us all night
All right, she said, “Boy you ’bout to get it on sight”
She my type, we join the mile high club on every damn flight, you damn right
They gon’ ask you who you with?
Then they gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
Forget them girls, you know they fake
Your whole clique is counterfeit
And you been ridin’ way too long
For a girl to stay, you wrong
And it’s not a problem ’cause haters talkin’, sound like my favorite song
I tell ’em keep it goin’, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Girl you been on my mind
Got some things on my mind
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
For the real, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ya

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing, ohh
We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9]
I’m a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn’t do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there’s a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I’m tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y’all my children, y’all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don’t you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that’s degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I’m skippin’ class to be fascinatin’
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit’s just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here’s my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing, ohh
We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I’ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we’re friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who’s not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin’ you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon’ make revenue
Don’t let people next to you that don’t want the best for you
It’s completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin’ is a fuckin’ lie
It’s nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin’ the butterfly
Don’t you ever disrespect the fuckin’ caterpillar

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 3: Logic]
Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week
And BET still don’t wanna let me perform
Maybe it’s ’cause my pigment, maybe I’m being ignant
Maybe it’s all a figment of my imagination
And exaggeration exacerbates that I’m the illest, yes
How many are willing to kill us?
We the realest, that’s why they feel us the best
But I don’t give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though
Shittin’ on a brother I should love, man, that’s silly, yo
Fuck all this division and lyrical incision
It’s time to unify cause hip-hop is beautiful, it’s you and I
And it doesn’t discriminate if you black or white
And you Christian or Muslim
It just love ’em and put nothin’ above ’em
I just want to be remembered as a good person
Dispersin’ a message of hope while the world worsens
And the media will still find a way
To turn us into clickbait and misquote
Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that
I’ma slit throats, sike, nah
“Logic’s such a hypocrite”, you can take a hike, nah
Right now, I’m here to talk about suicide and depression
Anxiety, mental health and all that shit you scared to mention
Yeah, I could talk about the millions I’ve amassed
But now just ain’t the time or place
It’s crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race
Cause I’m proud to be black, but matter of fact
If it was flipped around and every time somebody asked me
What it was like to be a white rapper
“What’s it like to be a white rapper, Logic?”
Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like
“Man, it’s just so great being a white rapper
White, white, white, white everything
White man, being white’s so great, wow it’s so great”
And then some brother was like, “Ayy, ain’t yo daddy black?!”
And I was like “Oh shit!”
And the whole world be like “What, are you scared to be black?
Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit, mixed, biracial, fucking cunt”
(That’s how they be)
Cole said fuck all this black and white, it’s time to unite
Be who you are, identify as a star
Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car
You still just a person and I’m still dispersin’ these lyrics
Fuck the rap ego shit, just be a good person now that’s the spirit
Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture
From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey
And Aubrey and can’t forget Bobby
To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life
And not just a hobby, uh, not just a hobby, uh
Not just a hobby, this is a way of life
Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life
This shit a way of life, yeah

Entre a coisa e o nome, a coisa
Entre o vinho e a taça, o vinho
Entre a boca e o batom, a boca
Entre a mão e a luva, a mão

Stare into anyone’s eyes for long enough, you might fall in love
Stare into anyone’s eyes for long enough, you might fall in love

Entre a coisa e o nome, a coisa
Entre o vinho e a taça, o vinho
Entre a boca e o batom, a boca
Entre a mão e a luva, a mão

Entre o pé e o salto, o pé
Entre a pele e o pano, a pele
Entre nós, nada

Between the thing and the name, the thing
Between the wine and the cup, the wine
Between the skin and the cloth, the skin
Between us, nothing

Stare into anyone’s eyes for long enough, you might fall in love
Stare into anyone’s eyes for long enough, you might fall in love

(Missing english part)

Ela é uma mina versátil
O seu mal é ser muito volúvel
Apesar do seu jeito volátil
Nosso caso anda meio insolúvel

Se ela veste seu manto diáfano
Sai de noite e só volta de dia
Eu escuto os cantores de ébano
E espero ela chegar da orgia

Ela pensa que eu sou fogo-fátuo
Que me esquenta em banho-maria
Se estouro sou pior que o átomo
Ainda afogo essa nega na pia

Ai de mim, aipim
Ô inhame, a batata é uma puta barata
Deixa ela pro nabo nababo que baba de bobo
Transa uma com a cebola
Aquele hálito? Que hábito! Me faz chorar
Ai de mim, aipim
Ô inhame, a batata é uma puta barata
Deixa ela pro nabo nababo que baba de bobo
Transa uma com a cebola
Aquele hálito? Que hábito! Me faz chorar
Ai de mim, aipim
Ô inhame, a batata é uma puta barata
Deixa ela pro nabo nababo que baba de bobo
Transa uma com a cebola
Aquele hálito? Que hábito! Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar

Ai de mim, aipim
Ô inhame, a batata é uma puta barata
Deixa ela pro nabo nababo que baba de bobo
Transa uma com a cebola
Aquele hálito? Que hábito! Me faz chorar
Ai de mim, aipim
Ô inhame, a batata é uma puta barata
Deixa ela pro nabo nababo que baba de bobo
Transa uma com a cebola
Aquele hálito? Que hábito! Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar
Me faz chorar