• 專輯:Everybody
  • 歌手: Logic
  • 發行時間:2017.05
  • 作詞:Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
  • 作曲:Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
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  • 分類:西洋

Hallelujah

2017.05

Everybody

Logic

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So, here we go, here we go
Am I ready? Are you ready?
Are they ready? Are we ready?
I don’t know, I don’t know
What do I know?
I know you need to

Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind
Open your mind, open your mind, open your mind


I’m like hallelujah!
Praise God, almighty, the most high
Alpha and omega in the sky
I’m like hallelujah!
Praise God, almighty, the most high
Alpha and omega in the sky


Made in the image of God
With a blunt in my mouth and a bitch on the side

Hold up, wait a minute my life need a massage
Happy ending with a money menage
Me, dirt broke, that’s a money mirage

Runnin my city like I’m the Wizard of Oz
Everybody wanna know what I devise
Everybody wanna know, yeah
Got a new vision, everybody listen

Fuck around I got a new religion

What it is, what it isn’t, all of that revision
Get the fuck up out that prison
It’s obvious the body is the cracker
The worse it is, what hurts it is, the blacker

Everybody actin' like the brain don’t matter
Mind over matter unless we talkin' brain matter
Actin like you never seen a ass way fatter
Bitch way badder, mind in the gutter
Food for thought, yeah that’s the plan with the butter
Talkin shit, ya get hit like what up?
I just wanna do it but I can’t
World wanna tell me what I ain’t
Far from a saint, come now just let that boy paint
Let a mothafucka like this live
Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give
Let a mothafucka like this live, like, like
Made in the image of God, can you feel the vibe?
Mothafucka is you ready to ride? Is you ready to die?
Like B.I.G. the V.I.P
The greatest of all time, I’ll be Ali

See, I be
The cost of livin', it ain’t free

See, the tab on me
Feelin’ like the man got tabs on me
Wonder if I only had rags on me
Would ya love me, want me?
Here with this, I know
Funny thing is I don’t even know
All I get to have and all I have to give
Is what my God will give
Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give
Let a mothafucka like this live, like, like

I’m like hallelujah!
Praise God, almighty, the most high
Alpha and omega in the sky
I’m like hallelujah!
Praise God, almighty, the most high
Alpha and omega in the sky


I’m like
Hold up, wait a minute
Know my mind been goin' like whoa, ayy
I been thinkin', prayin', hopin', dreamin' it won’t go away
I know my mind alright, I know ayy
I know my mind alright, do you know a way?
Your way, do it your way
Do it your way, do it
(Open your)




Strollin' down the highway, I’m strollin'
And I was strollin' down the highway
Strollin', strollin', strollin', strollin'
I was strollin' down the highway
With my mind ablaze
Strollin' down the highway
For days and days
Strollin' down the highway
With my mind ablaze
Strollin' down the highway
For days and days and days and days



Hello?
I know, I know, I’m supposed to been home, I’m coming
Just, I’m on my way home, every time
I’m on my way there right now, okay?
Oh shit!

What? Wait, where am I?

Forget, fuck all the hippy shit, where am I?

I was in the store, I bought some smokes
I came outside, the phone rang, I...
How do you know my name?!

Died? Dead? I’m dead? I’m dead?!

What do you mean it’s my time? What? I got...
What about Vanessa? What about the baby?


Man, answer me, what about my family?
What’s going on with Vanessa?

Wait, wait, the bitch did what?!

Wait, what the fuck you mean she cheated on me?
How you gon' tell me I’m dead then gon' tell me my wife cheated on me?!

Wait, what is this? Is this...Is this heaven?

Well, I don’t see no pitchforks
Little red people runnin' around
It ain’t too hot up in here so I guess this ain’t hell either


So...are you God?