Youlogy (Live)

Lyrics

[Part 1] [Hook] Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high [Verse 1] This shit is gorgeous, it's bitchin' with your fortunes One hundred medallions in a scout-scrimpin' fortress Secret potions voted, concealed emotions Grim-tilted, bounce-killin' shades for his orbit In a haze, and is hoping that they watchin' Before artists, he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin' A little boy coppin', let the top down, aim straight Climbing in the middle, a-nother statistic for the [Hook] Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high Searching blind, run behind, out of time, into fire Caked up in fake love to get you high [Part 2] [Bridge] Say Jack, let me ask you a question: Do you want it? Do you want it? Do you want it? Fast do you want it? Like Fast do you want it? Like How fast do you want it? Like How fast do you want it? Like How fast do you want it? Like How fast do you want it? Damn nigga, how fast do you want it? Ice, ice, ice, ice Ice, ice, ice, ice Ice, ice, ice, ice Ice, ice, ice, ice [Verse 2] The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer The buildings getting bigger, outside is getting smaller The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter Things are looking blacker, but black is looking whiter The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest The stars are never brighter, the good are getting tired Yesterday you threw it 'cause you gots to have the new shit And money always fools ya, so corny's getting cooler Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit For this amount I'll do it, for this I let you watch it [Segue] But right now, let me make a toast with champagne To commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream [Part 3] [Verse 3] Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings Tell us how they all down to killin' time's is steam Psht, to live they life off triple beams And in the end, never really was what they seemed But take a clip of me in Alexander McQueens Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green Where angels and devils in seven-hundred dollar jeans And all the eyes will sparkle with "at any cost" gleam [Outro] 'Cause it's mean, so mean Ya kna'mean? It's mean, it's so mean Yeah, I know you know what I mean 'Said it's mean, so mean Ya kna'mean? It's mean, it's so mean I know you know what I mean