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loggy - the real lyrics

i like a little white on my collar,
and ya i wish i was just a little bit taller
but hey, if i beg then you know i can’t choose
cuz a chooser can’t take what he chose to lose
so i’ll take to the grave just chosen few
of the facts of my life that i can’t show you
cuz my past is my present, just a year behind
ya i got your message, but i got bad eyes,
so i’ll never be able to read between the lines
finely tuned rhymes, from a finely tuned mind
on the tiny blue lines ya the summer school kind
and loose leafs blind cuz my summer pool shines
not a real cool guy, but chill describes
my pill divide, but don’t kill my vibe
cuz i ride on the beat, like a cruiser ride
not a car homeboy, a beach cruiser bike
my whole worlds just a block to the right
and i walk just to feel what my shoes are like

h-llo to my friends
h-llo to my family
h-llo to the music
h-llo to the real

it’s not the bank i make, it’s the hands fill shakes
and if it takes 10 takes to make my sh-t great
then i’m glued to the tape for 8 straight days
they say rhymes don’t pay, i’ll find out today
cuz my words real heavy, ya they flatten the page
but i’m a long way away from what the radio plays
wont take the fitted caps, just the velcro type
and i curve the bill, so i keep it tight
and i’ll wear high whites, if the time is right
but no fist fights, pacifist for life
bright sunny and warm are three of mans best friends
i got electric feelings so it’s time to pretend
that i could redo my teens all over again
but i’ll keep makin songs and tryin to set trends
recieve or send, i got some high tech shots
blue book bought to collect my thoughts
you look hot but your friend does not
so i’ll twist the plot cuz lovin’s what i got and it’s a lot

h-llo to my friends
h-llo to my family
h-llo to the music
h-llo to the real

lifes goin to fast like it’s killin me off
i never click delete, i’ll only hit the pause
the contract i signed, came with a no sh-t clause
it referred to the words that i put in my songs
no mainstream no ice and no cars
no stackin chips or throwin cash at the bars
no popping of the bottles or ménage à trois
no running trains or smoking cuban cigars
no using millions of metaphors
no murders, grills, guns, -sses, t-ts, or wh-r-s
i’m twenty years old, i heard it all before
and i may not headline any national tours
but hey i choose to kick it with some poetic force
and ya i’m still in school, and i know it of course
and my mind is still growing, and so is yours
so i never half -ss, i go hard to the finish
sombody call guiness, cuz the last 4 minutes
i set world record for the most fun livin
and that’s a given

h-llo to my friends
h-llo to my family
h-llo to the music
h-llo to the real

- loggy lyrics

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