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Logic – Vinyl Days Lyrics + mp3 download


Logic - Vinyl Days Lyrics + mp3 download

Logic – Vinyl Days

“Vinyl Days” is the fourth single and title track for Logic’s seventh and final studio album under DefJam.

The track is nearly five minutes and contains one long Logic verse with no hook — bringing listeners minutes of straight rhymes.

Logic announced the track would be the first in a new slew of weekly single releases leading up to his album release on June 17.

Legendary DJ, DJ Premier, gets tapped for a feature on this track, providing scratches at the end.

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Logic – Vinyl Days Lyrics


Yeah-yeah, yeah

Vinyl Days, DJ Premier

That’s my homie, that’s my idol

On the road to success but you’re idle

6ix on the beat, RattPack, motherfucker, let’s go

Here we go, let’s get it all


All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite

Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte

You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative

All the critics do is talk, I’m really not concerned with it

Hell is hot and we can make your residency permanent

Several shots, they tyin’ up your body with a tourniquet

Let it rock, it’s obvious that he don’t know who turn it is

Keep my circle tight-knit ’cause people move deceitful

Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil

Already proved myself, not worried ’bout who’s my equal

Far from an anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle

Shit got me wonderin’ if what I do is legal

Fuck it, I’m goin’ a hunnid in this Buick Regal

Fuck it, I’m goin’ a hunnid playin’ Beanie Sigel

You still run that old game, like a Neo Geo

You lookin’ for me? I’ma be in Rio

Sunbathin’ off the coast, sippin’ Pinot Grigio

Out the country so much they like, “Easy, gringo”

Straight off the two-track, don’t need a single

Travelled abroad for my catalog

Made all this money recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce

Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin’, dawg

Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage

That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin’ off

Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog

Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason

Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don’t want the beef like a vegan

Was passin’ through like the aux channel

And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel

I’m barbecue grillin’ these rappers in Croc sandals

Got money to cop Lambos but I’d rather chop samples

Many lines, many rhymes, shit, gutter like Pennywise

Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes

I’m like Malcolm peekin’ through the mini-blinds

Fuckin’ with Logic, that’s the reason that you stop breathing

Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest

Should’ve wore a vest, now you all a mess

You no kind of threat, you should’ve wore a dress

Polo high-tech with the navy crest

Cut from the cloth you couldn’t thread with a needle

Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread eagle

The revolution won’t be televised, they tellin’ lies

They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a world that’s dry

That’s why we in the kitchen cookin’, know you smell the vibes

And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized

I’m at the crib watch-watchin’ Cobra Kai, thinkin’ to myself, “God damn, how old am I?”

Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined

Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand

When life takes a toll, I suppose it’s a lesson

Question, how you woke but you slept in?

Treadin’ on your rappers like Midas for over ten years

Without changin’ tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage

Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle

Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I’m taxin’ you double

I’m in the pocket like a running back, run it back

I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back

Fly by night, this that flight like Mike

ESPN better get those highlights right

Perform better when the lights shine bright

You lookin’ like food, it might get fried like rice

Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsay

I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry

I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys

I seen a grown man lyin’ just to get to panties

I’m cookin’ like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry

I’m goin’ Super Saiyan, just to represent the family

I think that’s why the haters can’t stand me

I’m not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right

I’m still spittin’ raps like it’s Open Mic night

I’m still gettin’ played from the hoes you might like

I’m still gettin’ paid off the flows you probably bite

It’s Logic



See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around


This is for my real hip-hop fans

I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, yeah


See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around


This is for my real hip-hop fans

I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks

I—, I—, I want that, I—, I want that real

I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks

I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back

I—, I want that real back—, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks

This is Logic

This is Logic

This is Lo—, Lo—, Lo— Logic, Logic

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