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letra de do what i wanna do - logic (people's army)

[verse 1: nolay]
i play my cards right
i got my bars tight
so f-ck them haters
cos’ i’m better than ‘alright’
you either love me or hate me like marmite
but this chicks got more spark wid her than starlight
start right
burn so hot in the sky that i catch the clouds alight
a par under the moonlight
with fresh white crepes
but the roads so dirty that i step and make a mess
cos’ i’m up and out early
i’m ready for the tension
i’ve seen when it kicks off and doors get fl!cked off
comin like a plot written by alfred hitchc-ck
i run track without the pit-stop
and make a hit song, n-ggas like wow and none of them the black rob
no i can’t control my god
i breaths in the fog
on the back of a ducati 916
sn0bs like good god, look at her ting’
labeling me as if i watch the face of anybody
now you must be on the bobby
two fingers up, and i’m like
you should know the meaning, of being yourself
and stop dreamin’
most of you have never said how you felt
well i say what i feel, and what i wanna
and i don’t give a d-mn if the listener thinks that its a wronger
i just wanna let off some steam sometimes
pick the mic and let you know exactly what is on my mind
for the time, if thats how i felt at the time
(and this is how i felt right now when i write)

[hook: logic (peoples army)]
see i say what i wanna say..
i do what i wanna do..
(listen)
you see i do what i wanna do
i move how i wanna move
(listen)
you see i say what i wanna say
i do what i wanna do..
(listen)
i do what i wanna do
i move how i wanna move

[verse 2: logic (peoples army)]
you see i say what i want, f-ck you and the authoritys
f-ck the government, i live in poverty
and under covers spottin’ and clockin’ me cos i shot weed
i ain’t been jail before, cos’ i’m lowkey
a lowkeys the same as logical
sometimes i feel like the games impossible
cos i’m not you, my hair ain’t straight and my eyes ain’t blue
you wouldn’t last a day fam’, if you lived in my nike shoes
accordin to yous lot thats all we use
120 yeah and still it’s the poor mans shoe
and ??? beef is the poor mans food
but i love it, white rice and hard old bread fills my stomach
i speek politics, i politrick
i read more than the average but don’t believe alot of the sh-t
cos’ i don’t believe in media the obviosness
i won’t conform to what they want of da bricks

[verse 3: y-done]
remain the outer of the game
they say it’s roudy but i say like f-ck the feds
i’m bustin’ led im muddin for the change
but the fate that i crave brings me down on my knees
keep a speech for my feen like you out for you’re seed
i’m the reason to be muzzle, mr clue was to the puzzle
when they label me a nothing cos’ i grew up in the struggle
my mom broke her back to bring in minimum wage
i blow straps if you dissin’ her name
they can’t tell me nuttin’
the freedom of speech, we’re all free to speek
but when i’m done, it mean’t that home was the best for my cousin
i got issues of my own so i play hard
pr-cks better stay calm thickest black powder cos’ i raise arms
i want all kids sayin’ i can
if i’m good why the f-ck they ain’t playin’ my jams
and i do what i wanna do
say what i wanna say
no crash, that royal fam murder dianne

- logic peoples army

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