Out Of Sight (Confessions of a Dangerous Mind 2019)

Текст песни Logic - Out Of Sight (Confessions of a Dangerous Mind 2019)

[Intro]
What?

[Chorus]
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?), uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What?)
I think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)

[Verse]
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What?)
Scared money don't make none, yeah, I'm good
50 50 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a (What, what?), like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat
'Cause I'm what? Out of sight
'Cause I'm (What?), I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
50 million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
50,000 in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like
[Chorus]
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (What?), uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What?)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should

[Outro]
What, what?
What, what?