Midnight 创作者：
Logic

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Intro 1

Verse 1

Everybody

know I be

Everybody know I be (yeah)

Yeah

Verse 2
Cm Cm 
 
Everybody know I be,
Bb Bb 
 
Ab Ab 
 
in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
Bb Bb 
 
I'ma give her that D
Cm Cm 
 
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
Bb Bb 
 
I might need an IV
Ab Ab 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Permanently, permanently
Cm Cm 
 
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
Bb Bb 
 
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
Ab Ab 
 
I   ain't talkin' 'bout musicians
you stupid bitch
Bb Bb 
 
Talkin' about what's on my hand
Cm Cm 
 
Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute
Bb Bb 
 
This all been a part of my plan
Ab Ab 
 
Sold millions of records before the radio
Bb Bb 
 
Damn, it feel good to be the man

Verse 3
Cm Cm 
 
Ay, everybody know I be,
Bb Bb 
 
Ab Ab 
 
in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
Bb Bb 
 
I'ma give her that D
Cm Cm 
 
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
Bb Bb 
 
I might need an IV
Ab Ab 
 
Bb Bb 
 
Permanently, permanently
Cm Cm 
 
Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
Bb Bb 
 
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
Ab Ab 
 
I   ain't talkin' 'bout musicians,
you stupid bitch
Bb Bb 
 
Talkin' about what's on my hand
Cm Cm 
 
Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute
Bb Bb 
 
This all been a part of my plan
Ab Ab 
 
Sold millions of records before the radio
Bb Bb 
 
Cm Cm 
 
Damn, it feel good to be the man

Verse 4
Cm Cm 
 
Everybody know I be,
Bb Bb 
 
Ab Ab 
 
in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
Bb Bb 
 
I'ma give her that D
Cm Cm 
 
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
Bb Bb 
 
I might need an IV
Ab Ab 
 
Permanently,

Interlude 1

permanently

F#m

Verse 5
A A 
 
Oh no Bobby,
don't do 'em like that
C#m C#m 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
A A 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
C#m C#m 
 
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
A A 
 
No, don't do 'em like that
C#m C#m 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
A A 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
G# G# 
 
RattPack the gang,
A A 
 
we do it like that (yeah, uh)
The illest that bring it the realest Bitch, I came to kill this

Verse 6
A A 
 
They can
never bear me just
the homies and me
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Now we the Grammyfamily
You made a couple million,
that's it, it's gross
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
My net is    30, my record clean,
my flow is dirty
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Right, real G's move in silence like
Who the common denominator?
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Fuck around and   bomb a hater
My flow greater,
heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data,
matter of fact check the state of mind
After I'm finished,
these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it's some Braille
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like
I couldn't make the bail
It ain't never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I
feel like I'm in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker
like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits,
yeah we 'bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can't retain me
C#m C#m 
 
All that shit you talkin' out your mouth
A A 
 
just won't sustain me
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Logic pickin' up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
C#m C#m 
 
Never pretend to be somethin'
A A 
 
that I'm not
C#m C#m 
 
And you ain't shit  when you stand
A A 
 
next to me
No kiddin' like vasectomy
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Step to me, throw dis   respect to me and
C#m C#m 
 
I'll rearrange your trajectory
A A 
 
Black and white like a piano
and I am proud to be
C#m C#m 
 
And fuck whoever tell  me that
A A 
 
I'm not allowed to be
I am me, I'm a man
Can I live? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here
C#m C#m 
 
is just all a part of the plan
A A 
 
Haters gon' hate,
that's the motherfuckin' sayin'
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
So much plaque up on
C#m C#m 
 
my wall I need a dentist
A A 
 
From Maryland to Venice,
C#m C#m 
 
this shit is worldwide
A A 
 
Step up to the mic and it's a homicide

Verse 7
A A 
 
Oh no Bobby,
don't do 'em like that
C#m C#m 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
A A 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
C#m C#m 
 
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
A A 
 
No, don't do 'em like that
C#m C#m 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
A A 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
C#m C#m 
 
RattPack the gang,
A A 
 
we do it like that