Motherf*cker drank all night
Party till the sun comes up
Here comes the best ever
How you make a song?
Real dope, no cap in it
Just like the songs that I'm singing or dick that I'm slinging, this shit is immaculate
Had a black cat in my path back when
I was in the days that felt trapped in
Now I started to win, you didn't f*ck with me then
But I don't care cause little homie I been
Smashing these records on records on records
They know that the Logan was cursed with a temper
Carry the weight of the earth like a feather
That's why I am better in every endeavor
Yea f*ck em' all
If it ain't about work then don't f*ckin call
They're not about work but they love to ball
Man I promise I don't give a f*ck at all
I heard a rumor about a dude who can spit like you
And I'm like who?
They got Pro Tools, no moves, and a snake in the crew
The sensei get loose when I get in the booth
My tooth turned blue started making these moves
Sip juice gin too, go get into the mood
And since you and your crew looking f*ckin confused
I'mma stop and let em know what the f*ck I gon' do like
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
This is some petty shit I've never thought I should spit on a track
But f*ck it, I'm mad
None of the people who come from past felt the need to support in the past
They doubling back, want to study the tracks
Probably gonna say that we were buddies in math
But when I get a plaque don't go sit in the back
Or even show me any love or waste motion to clap cause
All by myself I accomplished it
Put respect on my name and acknowledge it
Started a trend in the place that I came put respect on my name I embody it
An alien probably obvious
Still won't disclose where the body is
God he's been awfully quiet and plotting on those who deny him his flowers and honor, it's obvious
Who want to hate in the back
Gotta laugh cause imagine that level of sad
It's a fact one track, you'll give into the fact
Its real life and I like that I'm making them mad
And I like that nobody did us favors in fact
I look back at our past we kept running them tracks
And my ass went past everyone in my class
So kick back, get smashed out to on my tracks
You should sheath your competitive instinct
You shouldn't try to win
Ya know, you don't want to be to aggressive
You don't want to be too assertive
You want to take a backseat, and all of that
It like, No
Wrong
You should be a monster
An absolute monster
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
TheLogan - Run It Back Lyrics
TheLogan - Run It Back Lyrics
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Motherf*cker drank all night
Party till the sun comes up
Here comes the best ever
How you make a song?
Real dope, no cap in it
Just like the songs that I'm singing or dick that I'm slinging, this shit is immaculate
Had a black cat in my path back when
I was in the days that felt trapped in
Now I started to win, you didn't f*ck with me then
But I don't care cause little homie I been
Smashing these records on records on records
They know that the Logan was cursed with a temper
Carry the weight of the earth like a feather
That's why I am better in every endeavor
Yea f*ck em' all
If it ain't about work then don't f*ckin call
They're not about work but they love to ball
Man I promise I don't give a f*ck at all
I heard a rumor about a dude who can spit like you
And I'm like who?
They got Pro Tools, no moves, and a snake in the crew
The sensei get loose when I get in the booth
My tooth turned blue started making these moves
Sip juice gin too, go get into the mood
And since you and your crew looking f*ckin confused
I'mma stop and let em know what the f*ck I gon' do like
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
This is some petty shit I've never thought I should spit on a track
But f*ck it, I'm mad
None of the people who come from past felt the need to support in the past
They doubling back, want to study the tracks
Probably gonna say that we were buddies in math
But when I get a plaque don't go sit in the back
Or even show me any love or waste motion to clap cause
All by myself I accomplished it
Put respect on my name and acknowledge it
Started a trend in the place that I came put respect on my name I embody it
An alien probably obvious
Still won't disclose where the body is
God he's been awfully quiet and plotting on those who deny him his flowers and honor, it's obvious
Who want to hate in the back
Gotta laugh cause imagine that level of sad
It's a fact one track, you'll give into the fact
Its real life and I like that I'm making them mad
And I like that nobody did us favors in fact
I look back at our past we kept running them tracks
And my ass went past everyone in my class
So kick back, get smashed out to on my tracks
You should sheath your competitive instinct
You shouldn't try to win
Ya know, you don't want to be to aggressive
You don't want to be too assertive
You want to take a backseat, and all of that
It like, No
Wrong
You should be a monster
An absolute monster
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
Party till the sun comes up
Here comes the best ever
How you make a song?
Real dope, no cap in it
Just like the songs that I'm singing or dick that I'm slinging, this shit is immaculate
Had a black cat in my path back when
I was in the days that felt trapped in
Now I started to win, you didn't f*ck with me then
But I don't care cause little homie I been
Smashing these records on records on records
They know that the Logan was cursed with a temper
Carry the weight of the earth like a feather
That's why I am better in every endeavor
Yea f*ck em' all
If it ain't about work then don't f*ckin call
They're not about work but they love to ball
Man I promise I don't give a f*ck at all
I heard a rumor about a dude who can spit like you
And I'm like who?
They got Pro Tools, no moves, and a snake in the crew
The sensei get loose when I get in the booth
My tooth turned blue started making these moves
Sip juice gin too, go get into the mood
And since you and your crew looking f*ckin confused
I'mma stop and let em know what the f*ck I gon' do like
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli streams
Run it back
This is some petty shit I've never thought I should spit on a track
But f*ck it, I'm mad
None of the people who come from past felt the need to support in the past
They doubling back, want to study the tracks
Probably gonna say that we were buddies in math
But when I get a plaque don't go sit in the back
Or even show me any love or waste motion to clap cause
All by myself I accomplished it
Put respect on my name and acknowledge it
Started a trend in the place that I came put respect on my name I embody it
An alien probably obvious
Still won't disclose where the body is
God he's been awfully quiet and plotting on those who deny him his flowers and honor, it's obvious
Who want to hate in the back
Gotta laugh cause imagine that level of sad
It's a fact one track, you'll give into the fact
Its real life and I like that I'm making them mad
And I like that nobody did us favors in fact
I look back at our past we kept running them tracks
And my ass went past everyone in my class
So kick back, get smashed out to on my tracks
You should sheath your competitive instinct
You shouldn't try to win
Ya know, you don't want to be to aggressive
You don't want to be too assertive
You want to take a backseat, and all of that
It like, No
Wrong
You should be a monster
An absolute monster
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Run it up
Kill a track
Make a move
Get a bag
Put in work
Make 'em mad
Milli stream
Run it back
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
Yeah, I'm runnin' it back on that ass
Writer: Logan Ellner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid