Tokyo Time

Logic

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    Yeah
    Ha-ha (Oh, that's dope)
    Haha, yeah, ayy, yeah

    I'm on my own now, comin' through with the wickedest style
    Be rappin' till I'm senile, in denial, my haters is
    Hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids
    They said I'd be nothin', that's so egregious
    Now I sell out arenas like Arenas, I'm Regis, a millionaire
    I'm still in there, bringin' them somethin', the others fillin' air
    I'm unlimited like Singer's Clair sample by Jay Dee for Players
    I'm too paid, these other rappers is splittin' hairs
    My raps a supervillain, there's nothin' but lairs
    Flow switch up like clothes in The Witcher, now show me your wares
    Geralt of Rivia, here's a piece of trivia
    I'm Nvidia, built for the game, could take a lead of fame
    I'd rather write about a runaway slave hitchin' a train
    Mixing up the sugar cane, cotton pickin' by the range
    Blowin' out the slave master's brains
    Welcome to the world, I built my life
    Like Wilt, got 'em all on tilt
    Don't need no stilt, I'm high on life
    Better get that right, they in my sight
    Better know I write, better know I made this beat on an MPC, I'm MVP
    I'm honestly kinda on empty, but it's not my fault
    Got a million records in the vault
    Vinyl on the shelf, don't do it for my wealth
    Myself ain't the only one I help, you don't get that? Alright, oh, well
    I don't make shit just 'cause it sell, I make shit 'cause it sail
    To watch my haters burn in Hell as I excel like a cancerous tumor
    That takes a strand of your DNA and it makes that shit you exhale
    As soon as I exhale, I get on the next rail
    Wait, I mean the next track, hold up, wait, now bring it back
    This right here the introduction, y'all ain't even at the junction
    Glock 9 at the function, I got everybody jumpin'
    Look, Mama, now ain't I somethin'? Know I ain't afraid of nothin'
    That ain't true, I'm good at bluffin', they told me I'm good for nothin'
    But I know y'all dead wrong, fake Jesus, I'm headstrong
    I ain't never left, every day I've been at it

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    All I ever needed was some time
    To figure out mine
    And get outta my mind
    All I ever needed was some time
    To figure out mine
    Get outta my mind

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