Logan Wood - My Shoes

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Still faded off the shit from last night
Ask right, you might get the last slice
Caking up these drafts like that's my last time writing
First overall in my craft, I've heightened
My thirst for it all, like the flask got tightened
Posted up at the crib jus' plottin
Rollin' up with a spliff n' I'm jottin
Ain't from Boston but brewing up the toxins
What I gotta prove? I been walking

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Smokin' shit same colour as my bills
In my twenties still
Ain't bout the money but I'll make it to The Hills
Business on the Lo-Lo, did this all goin' solo
Funny how they think I need a deal
Yeah I know I'm twenty-two but I'm winnin' like I'm twenty-one
Balling like I'm twenty-three, twenty-four can rest in peace
Wasn't ready for that mentally

Rest in peace Kobe, God bless you

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Told 'em Imma own it
No lease, like this beat yeah I wrote it
Four-piece EP turned to seven, that's how I'm rolling
Four G's in a J, how I'm stoning
No PCP but I be floating
Angels dust off my shoulders I'm golden
Fatal cut of the odours like Covid
Made the cut like in Otis how Ye and Hov did to the Maybach
Breezier than my hits
It makes it easier when I spit real shit
Off the top
Slide quick, I flip but never flop
Uh

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Take a step in my shoes
Jus' a kid, big dreams, can't lose 'em
Take a step in my shoes
Twenty-three's on my feet and you know I don't bruise 'em

Ye, Shoutout Spitta - Jetlife reppin', 'till the next life
Ay shoutout Larry June too - you inspire hella man, y'all both do
And shoutout my man Mapi - Introduced me to the two former
Holdin' Dallas down for me 'till I can get down there myself
Light one up for da homie if you got one
Yuh

Written by:
Logan Wood

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