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Logic

"DadBod"

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy

[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.​
Make a couple platinum records in that b*t*h and then I dip up out it

On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it

[Verse 1]
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of sh*t I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope, high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the sh*t me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance

Uh, uh, circ*mstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
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