OCD Lyrics – Logic

In the field, ballin’ with the team (With the team) oh yeah
In the field, ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings (Skrrt, skrrt)
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers, smokin’ litas
On the low, rollin’ weed up, now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Feel like ODP, feeling OCD (Skrrt, skrrt!)

Out this universe, D.C
Goin’ so hard, make it look easy
Put the squad, zone 3
We so cold, wrist on freeze
Roll it up for me, get high (Get high)
If you feel me, put your hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
Break it down, roll it up for me, get high
Nothin’ else matters up until the day I die
Wanna move my loved ones out the South Side
If you look up, you might see us in the sky (Sky so high)
If you look up, you might see us in the sky (In the sky)

Time is undefeated, in the end, it beats us all
My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall
Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance
I ain’t talkin’ commas and zeros or monetary (balance)
Talkin’ self-worth, put yourself first, don’t worry ’bout the worst
But when you in this position, it’s hard to make selfish decisions
Got enough bread, I’ma eat, but what about the rest my team?
They good and all, but I mean, if I disappeared from the scene
Then what’s gon’ happen? What’s gon’ happen?
In a hotel writin’ rhymes before I headline in a festival
But all that’s runnin’ through my mind is bottom lines and decimals
So focused on the brand sometimes forget about the Man
Reflectin’ in the mirror with this pen in his hand
99 percent of these people will never understand, supply and demand
‘Cause I’m in the public eye, they think they know who I am

In the field, ballin’ with the team (With the team) oh yeah
In the field, ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings (Skrrt, skrrt)
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers, smokin’ litas
On the low, rollin’ weed up, now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Feel like ODP, feeling OCD (Skrrt, skrrt!)

“Oh, shit, it’s Logic! Can I have a picture?” They don’t give a damn
Soon as they see me, they clench the device that’s in they hand
Don’t even say hello, more like, “Can I get one for the ‘Gram?”
That’s when I be like, “Fuck no, but you can shake my hand”
Let’s have a conversation, talk about life man-to-man
You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph”
“Logic, yeah, that’s cool and all, but I’d much prefer a photograph
I mean, can I have a photograph?”
Goddamn, all these people nowadays are so unusual
They’d rather snap a pic with you to go get more likes than usual
Than have a conversation, back in the basement with no placement
Couldn’t never fathom talkin’ to my favorite rapper that way
I’m just an entity, my DNA not my identity
Findin’ serenity, become a better man, I better be
For the child in my baby momma stummy, never crummy
We can make bread, tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead
I’m tryna be the happiest that I can be instead
I’m tryna get ahead like a fetus, money don’t complete us
Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression
Bein’ rich is not a blessin’, fame is not a blessin’
Wasn’t ’til I was rich and famous I learned that lesson
What’s the meanin’ of life? To live it, what I’m guessin’, yeah

In the field, ballin’ with the team (With the team) oh yeah
In the field, ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings (Skrrt, skrrt)
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers, smokin’ litas
On the low, rollin’ weed up, now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Feel like ODP, feeling OCD (Skrrt, skrrt!)

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