Biografia:
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (Gaithersburg, Maryland, 22 de janeiro de 1990), conhecido artisticamente como Logic, é um rapper, cantor, compositor e produtor musical estadunidense. Criado em Gaithesburg, Logic desenvolveu interesse pela música quando estava na adolescência e, em 2009, aventurou sua carreira musical ao lançar a mixtape Logic: The Mixtape, sob o nome de "Psychological". Em 2010, lançou outra mixtape, Young, Broke & Infamous. Antes de lançar mais três mixtapes, assinou um contrato musical com a gravadora Visionary Music.
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[Intro]
F E A C D7
E A D7 E A
[Verse 1]
D7 E A
I know that you think this song is for you
D7 E A
I used to long for you and adore you
D7 E A
My life was just fine way back before you
D7 E A
Now when you reach out I just ignore you
[Hook]
D7 E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)
A
This is, "So long"
D7 E
You did me so wrong for so long
A
For so long, for so long
[Verse 2]
D7 E A
No, I never thought I could live my life without you
D7 E A
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you
[Refrain]
D7
And so I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
D7
I said, I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know why I left you behind
[Interlude]
D7 E
I know that I've been living
A
I know that I've been living
D7 E
I know that I've been living
A
I know that I've been living
D7 E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
D7 E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
G C A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
[Hook]
D7 E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)
A
This is, "So long"
D7 E
You did me so wrong for so long
A
For so long, for so long
[Refrain]
D7
And so I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
D7
I said, I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know why I left you-
[Instrumental]
A
F E A x2
[Verse 3]
A
Yeah, uh, yeah...
F
Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me
E
Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me
A
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
A
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
F
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
E
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
A
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?
A
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
E
Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it
E
While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated
A
I'mma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
A
Bitch, I dominate it
F
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
E
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
A
Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies
A
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
F
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
E
Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise
A
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
A
Fuck all these cats on the internet
A
I love hip hop and I hate hip hop
F
Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
E
Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes
A
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break
A
Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game
Bb
We all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah
Bb
Now let me let off
F
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
E
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
A E
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
E
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone
F
Switch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up
E
Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
A
All the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal
C
All the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?
F
Racism on television and magazines
E
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
A
Country don't give a fuck who I am
A
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand
F
And I am, here's to the Roc
Bb
The .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot
F C
And I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop
C
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
F
I am, livin' like I ain't got it
E
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
C
Maryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it
G
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it
F E A C D7
E A D7 E A
[Verse 1]
D7 E A
I know that you think this song is for you
D7 E A
I used to long for you and adore you
D7 E A
My life was just fine way back before you
D7 E A
Now when you reach out I just ignore you
[Hook]
D7 E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)
A
This is, "So long"
D7 E
You did me so wrong for so long
A
For so long, for so long
[Verse 2]
D7 E A
No, I never thought I could live my life without you
D7 E A
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you
[Refrain]
D7
And so I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
D7
I said, I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know why I left you behind
[Interlude]
D7 E
I know that I've been living
A
I know that I've been living
D7 E
I know that I've been living
A
I know that I've been living
D7 E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
D7 E
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
G C A
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
[Hook]
D7 E
Cause this ain't a love song (woah)
A
This is, "So long"
D7 E
You did me so wrong for so long
A
For so long, for so long
[Refrain]
D7
And so I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
D7
I said, I doubt you
E A
I doubt you even know why I left you-
[Instrumental]
A
F E A x2
[Verse 3]
A
Yeah, uh, yeah...
F
Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me
E
Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me
A
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
A
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
F
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
E
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
A
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?
A
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
E
Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it
E
While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated
A
I'mma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
A
Bitch, I dominate it
F
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
E
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
A
Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies
A
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
F
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
E
Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise
A
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
A
Fuck all these cats on the internet
A
I love hip hop and I hate hip hop
F
Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
E
Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes
A
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break
A
Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game
Bb
We all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah
Bb
Now let me let off
F
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
E
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
A E
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
E
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone
F
Switch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up
E
Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
A
All the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal
C
All the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?
F
Racism on television and magazines
E
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
A
Country don't give a fuck who I am
A
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand
F
And I am, here's to the Roc
Bb
The .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot
F C
And I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop
C
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
F
I am, livin' like I ain't got it
E
Spit the flow so robotic, man who gives a fuck about it
C
Maryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it
G
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it
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