Open Mic\\Aquarius III Lyrics - Logic | No Pressure

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    Open Mic\\Aquarius III Lyrics - Logic: The English song "Open Mic\\Aquarius III" from the Album No Pressure sung by Logic. Open Mic\\Aquarius III song produced by Logic, 6ix, Gravez & 2forwOyNE.this song full lyrics are given below. 
    Open Mic\\Aquarius III Song

    Open Mic\\Aquarius III Lyrics - Logic


     Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down
    Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage usually does not come in on Monday nights
    You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
    Give it to Mr. Hall

    Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
    Flesh from my blood I caress
    Right on the page so it's fresh
    I take my time, but express
    Lot on my mind, but I guess
    It's just in my genes like a Glock 17, like a genetic scene
    Kick in the door, we blow it off the hinge
    Music my drug, tie it off, then inject the syringe
    It's in my blood, ain't no need to pretend
    Therapist tell me I don't need to defend
    Therapy tell me I don't need to explain
    Just drop the record on the needle and express my pain
    Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
    My queen's by my side like Manhattan
    Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
    My rendition is not meant for your diction
    Battled addiction in the womb
    A crack baby by definition
    Keys to ignition with no permission
    That mean that I'm driven
    Alive 'cause I'm living
    Fuck workin' with what you've been given
    I knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five
    And I'll be sure to do more for my family than mine did


    'Cause hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did
    Didn't drink 'til I was twenty-five 'cause I'm my mom's kid
    All I knew was alcoholism and prison
    Only saw domestic violence and racial division
    Social worker trying to take me away
    But I know that group home probably worse, hell nah, no way
    At least I know my odds here, I'ma be okay
    Adapted to the lifestyle, so I'ma be okay

    Keep that one just in case, yeah

    I'm just an energy
    My DNA not my identity
    Finding serenity
    Become a better man, I better be
    For the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy
    We get big bread
    Tryin' to be the greatest, that shit been dead
    I'm trying to be the happiest that I can be instead
    I'm trying to get ahead like a fetus
    Money don't complete us, but it feed us, it can lead us to depression
    Being rich is not a blessing, fame is not a blessing
    Wasn't 'til I was rich and famous, I learned that lesson
    What's the meaning of life, to live it, what I'm guessing

    Live it, live it
    Living life like this is so crazy
    Hip-hop is amazing
    One day, you're on top and the next, they want to erase 'em
    Goddamn, what I'm facing
    Every day a new frustration
    People thinking I'm complacent
    People thinking that I changed like a cashier
    But I can't let that register, get the fuck up on out of here
    Buy a brick and roll it, light it, get high as the stratosphere
    I can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme
    Give it up, you're out of time
    Never even had a prime
    Like the Preemo never linked up with 5'9"
    Bitch, I'm back like the muscles surrounding my vertebrae
    Okay, fuck what you gotta say
    I keep it going, already know when I'm flowing
    For the listener, you're kind of like a therapist
    Or rather Cole in 2005, flowing like Canibus
    That throwback shit, yeah, that throwback shit
    Fuck what you heard, my catalog, it ain't got no wack shit
    'Cause I'm a gladiator in the Colosseum, everybody wanna be him
    'Til they feel like they can't be him, then they wanna see him lose
    Wrote this poem in navy, that's what I call singing the blues
    Word to Dot D, my family got me, no carbon copy
    Life can hit you harder than Drago
    But if I roll with the punches when it's rocky, don't ever stop me
    Never top me, never cocky, I'm never cocky
    Okay, well, maybe sometimes
    Occasionally in some rhymes
    But it's fine, in due time
    I'm the illest to ever do it, come now, Bobby Boy, cool it
    An indigenous era of the indigenous emcee
    Riding this motherfucker 'til the tank on E
    What's up?
    (You-you-you-you-you)
    (You-you), yeah, uh
    Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah)
    Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
    (You-you-you-you-you-you-you)
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    (You-you-you-you-you-you-you)


    Fuck all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside
    I wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride
    Reflecting on memories from my childhood
    Bringing a baby in this world, I hope my child good
    All I ever gave a fuck about was my career
    But all that shit out the window now that my son is here
    Fuck sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams
    Fuck rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I'm less
    If it ain't 'bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less
    I remember window shopping
    Now I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room
    Bobby coming soon
    And that's the type of line I would've second-guessed
    Putting on my shit before
    Out of fear that they would hate 'cause they couldn't relate
    'Cause it wasn't relevant
    Give a fuck if it's evident, this right here is the evidence
    I'm like Leo in Revenant, bear with me
    You could tear me apart
    But that won't take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart
    Where it's built from the start
    Where it's finna stay
    I've learned every day's a good day
    Surrounded by people that love me
    Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
    Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
    Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up
    We call that carpal tunnel vision
    Follow me like religion on this course of collision
    Feeling imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics
    As I repeat them and beat 'em into my conscience like Adonis
    All this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus
    I think I finally found my paradise, that's word to Thomas
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    Logic - Open Mic\\Aquarius III Song Credit

    Open Mic\\Aquarius III Lyrics - Logic

    Song: Open Mic\\Aquarius III
    Singer: Logic
    Produced by: Logic, 6ix, Gravez & 2forwOyNE
    Album: No Pressure
    Written By: Ray Angry, Logic, 6ix, Gravez, 2forwOyNE, George Clinton, Garry Shider & George Bernard Worrell, Jr.
    Release Date: July 24, 2020

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