DadBod - Logic
Yeah yeah Hahaha Ayy Chillin'with the homies at the crib Bumpin'Pac Div this the life I live you ain'tknow about it Hit the studio with No I .D.Make a couple platinum records in that b***hand then I dip up out it On the 101my wife text me Talkin''bout"Yougotta get home feed your son"girl don'ttrip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don'tgive me lip about it I'ma dad this my life This the type of s**tI write I was hungry in the basement now that boy he full of life Smoking d**ehigh as a kite Only when that babysitter at the crib though Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though ayy yeah Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though yeah 'Causeback in my day it was food stamps And I love my wife like I am Chance I bet you'drap about the s**tme and him rap about If you had ever made it out but you ain'tnever had the chance Uh uh circumstance Uh uh way of life Uh uh my decisions Uh uh made 'emright Chillin'with the homies at the crib Bumpin'Pac Div this the life I live you ain'tknow about it Hit the studio with No I .D.Make a couple platinum records in that b***hand then I dip up out it On the 101my wife text me Talkin''bout"Yougotta get home feed your son"girl don'ttrip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don'tgive me lip about it Ayy ayy Operated while they waited will they love it will they hate it Who gives a f**kthough Rappers praying they next this s**tis cutthroat I'mlivin'on another planet My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic I'mstressing on stage pretendin'everybody undressing I think I'llnever learn my lesson But f**kit all it doesn'tmatter Ayo I'mon a lyrical poetic rhetoric Lyrical miracle satirical s**tIf you don'tlike my conscious rap you won'tlike my material s**tLove him or hate him everybody know Logic can spit Used to be up to date on that rap political s**tBut nowadays I'mup to my elbows And every single inch of my body in my baby'ss**tI could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers I used to be about the BRabbitsand Mekhi Phifers Hit the stage grip the mic and murder you like a proliferBut I'mdone now I got a son now F**kthe rap game I'mdone now Chillin'with the homies at the crib Bumpin'Pac Div this the life I live you ain'tknow about it Hit the studio with No I .D.Make a couple platinum records in that b***hand then I dip up out it On the 101my wife text me Talkin''bout"Yougotta get home feed your son"girl don'ttrip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don'tgive me lip about it They say that that boy done changed He don'trap about his everyday life he ain'tthe same Godd**nI already had a hard life once Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you c**tsokay You want to hear about my everyday I wake up I wake my son up then I feed him And lead him into his carseat Drive up the street down to Target Don'tdo hard d**gsor beat my wife But the paparazzi still wanna start s**tI don'tanswer their questions I leave 'emin the dark b***hThen I walk through the automatic doors A couple fans spot me but s**tI ain'ton tour I ain'ttrying to ignore her But I head to aisle four 'causemy drawers stank as f**kAnd I need some new drawers Then I spot some more fans stan hella hardcore Can I have a picture Asking for a pic and I say sure Scratch my d**kand shake his hand Shaking uncontrollably he tells me I'mthe man Now I'mheaded to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels I also grab some wet wipes to clean the s**tfrom my bowels A really hot girl walks by with a fat a*sBut I'mjust wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash Forgot my card at home thank God I brought some cash Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my a*sHead to aisle five for some Sgt .Smash cereal Is this want you wanted everyday life material I'mnot a kid anymore and be sure s**t'sboring Made it out the basement now my bank account soaring Most exciting part of my life is probably touring Don'tget me wrong I love fans in every single city But hotels suck and the internet is s**ttyI mean why rap about everyday s**tWhen I could murder punch lines and sound d**elike this Chillin'with the homies at the crib Bumpin'Pac Div this the life I live you ain'tknow about it Hit the studio with No I .D.Make a couple platinum records in that b***hand then I dip up out it On the 101my wife text me Talkin''bout"Yougotta get home feed your son"girl don'ttrip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby better eat your greens boy don'tgive me lip about it Hello no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone Bro call me back We couldn'tget the f**kin'Super ****sample cleared again so f**kin'annoying bro But honestly I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint That we were gonna put on Ultra 85And just like flip f**kin'freak the s**toutta that joint I think it could be crazy Call me back I'machop it up on the MPC Here I go Guitar score
DadBod Artist: Logic
Capo: 0
Key: FSharp
Difficulty：
Tempo: 92
Time Signature: 4/4
Hot: 103
Creation time: 2023-04-21 DadBod Guitar Tab, arranged and transcribed by Chordance, complete with staff notation and numbered musical notation. The song was composed by and performed by Logic. This guitar tab is in the key of FSharp and is a Beginner version, suitable for players at the Beginner level. A must-learn piece for guitar enthusiasts. Strum the guitar, open the piano, and experience the mood conveyed by Logic at that time～
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