[Verse 1:]
I know that you think this song is for you,
I used to long for you and adore you,
My life was just fine way back before you,
Now when you reach out I just ignore you.
‘Cause this ain't a love song,
This is «so long»,
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long.
No, I never thought I could live my life without you,
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you,
And so I doubt you.
I doubt you even know what's on my mind,
I said I doubt you,
I doubt you even know why I left you behind.
I know that I've been living,
I know that I've been living,
I know that I've been living,
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars
Where there's flying cars,
A brand new home for everyone,
And even life on Mars,
In the city of stars
Where there's flying cars,
A brand new home for everyone,
And even life on Mars,
In the city…
‘Cause this ain't a love song,
This is «so long»,
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long.
And so I doubt you,
I doubt you even know what's on my mind,
I said I doubt you,
I doubt you even know how I let you…
[Verse 2:]
Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me,
Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me.
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world, and they still don't get me.
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album,
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome,
How come these mothafuckas can't seem to let it go,
Judgin' rap by race instead of the better flow?
Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated,
I'ma do it ‘til I get it, fuck a nominated,
Bitch, I dominate it.
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No I.D.,
Chillin' with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E,
Not many get to what I do, and now enemies
Thinkin' they slick as fuck like the finna befriendin' me.
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system, I'm searchin' for paradise,
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet,
Fuck all these cats on the internet.
I love hip hop and I hate hip hop,
‘Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot,
‘Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sake,
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break.
Now I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game,
We all people, all equal,
Now let me let off, yeah!
Now let me let off.
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify,
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by,
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones,
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone.
Switch flows, fuck 'em up,
Play the game, run 'em up,
Yeah I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck,
All the people want is real,
Guess that's why Logic appeal.
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel?
Racism on television and in magazines,
Payin' taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, goddamn!
Country don't give a fuck who I am,
Just a younging on the rise with a mic in my hand,
And I am, here's to the Roc!
The .45 Glock that my older brother pop, shot,
And I am finally on top,
Too high up, not a drop,
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap,
I am livin' like I ain't got it,
Spit the flow so robotic, man, who gives a fuck about it?
Maryland till I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it,
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it.