Logic Finding Forever Lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Anybody roam back to your fantasy
Now go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Anybody roam back to your fantasy
Feel I got finding forever and ever
Doing it and ever whatever my hand on the level ready to go
Ready to go, yeah ready to go
Ready to go, yeah ready to go
Ready to go, ready to disappear, they never know,
I'll be dealing with suets and friends talking about it straigh
From the roar roofs
But what if I told you rthat music you hear is actually from years ago
I'm talking long ago, but is funny hope the public will percide a little
From my start and every one will no believe it
I just leave it and go, leave it and go
Yeah leave it and go, yeah leave it and go
Bithc I've been in the beast homie, put your mind on East homie
Put you mind at East keep it on the last shut up
Tell that coming, I know that we doing the shit
That you was fucking with the, I's so sad
Ain't no problem i'll be underpressure
Nothing can major, but all these beautiful around me such a pleasure
Shut up to the rap, ya'll looking like September
No refil like forever but we gonna go and get that and we just
Go, go, go, go, go,
I'm writing this record, onthe back on a bus
Seems like evry get up has been though more rush
Be ready and seven six like, start with forty rush
Be ready to see that six ones, start it with the four
And thta homie guess, and my homie jump
Thou it's that move you run, you know we gotta going on
On the road getting on with a afereance during the mic
Dit it all as stick it now but it sure on the mic
You know e on that router, restle wreaking with the base
Putting money and the thing, vision that with that game
When I'm done with the versus, send to Booby so the mix's great
And when they drop with the trap show 'em mixtape
If they alld rop like shit
God damn you know I'm feeling with the friends with the alboum
But you know I gotta kill it first
With the motherfucking killer verse
Rest inpiece man I wish I had a dealer first
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
Go, go, go, go, go, on the count on three
And when the alboum drop everybody gonna, gonna
To best ball like shit
You better pick that motherfucker
You baby should get up
Go, go, go
He won't say the same things like the rap music
Now all it's so bad
No back in that good music
Is good rap music, no he is not,
Are you listen to that rap
You nigga you alwayse had you sad stories
So mean