Walk On By – English Lyrics

• By: Logic

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Is it still, is it going? (Yeah, yeah)

Alright, so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit

Is it recording?

Alright, for the real hip-hop motherfuckers, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah, shout out to Bobby, my engineer

It's a nice night in L.A.

We're recordin' this mixtape and shit

Workin' on the album at the same time

You know what I'm sayin'?

Visionary boy

Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)

We gon' do it for hip-hop (yeah, second renaissance type shit, check it)

Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke

Would get me riches, like dealing coke?

Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat

I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote

Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote

While they was firing, you could hear sirens

From people dialing and women crying in the phone

I was in the zone, trying to make a living

Heading to work in the morning

Everyday felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased

Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased

Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen

Stacking this cream, living the American dream now

I'm going crazy, I ain't slept in days

Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's

Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays

But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days

See, I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation

From the smallest altercation, that can lead to termination

With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation

Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations

As a youngin', I was running wild

Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud

Doing shit just to do it, 'cause we wasn't allowed

I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah

Now when my mama was at home drinking, thinking 'bout the bills

I was dreaming 'bout the mills, running round looking for thrills

I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page

And paints a picture of another age

Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shorties after dark

'Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down

'Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down

We just trying to make a living off of what we've been given

Wassup

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on (uh, yeah)

They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C

I ain't wrapped up in them bitches, I just write 'bout shit I see

'Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be

And when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the M.P.C.

My talent limitless, but time limited so listen up

If you can't see the shit I see, you better get your vision up

I'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain

Album ain't even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name

Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work

Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts

Back as a youngin, spitting game, tryna get the nut in

Living life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothing

My flow unkillable when I be murdering syllables

But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme, perfectionist to the dime

From the womb to the tomb, I be rapping 'til I'm dying

Doing everything I love, that's the life of a don

Skipping school, sipping liquor, tryna get this money quicker

Bad bitches, good weed, that's the type of shit I need

Lyrics bleed from my mind state

Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate (crime rate)

'Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low

And sometimes I do shit I thought I'd never do before

My life is like a movie role that's starring me, got these women on me

I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me

At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot

Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips

Both my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her tits

Freak bitch want the dick, biting on her fingertip

I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit

I'm thinking 'bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wildin' out

But that pussy wet as hell, I think it's time to end the drought

Then again she could be burning, and that's not what I'm about

So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night

'Cause when I'm gone, that ain't gon' be the song that they recite

What up?

Walk on by

Walk on by

Walk on

Key Vocabulary

Vocabulary	Meanings
walk /wɔːk/ A1	verb - to move at a regular pace by putting one foot in front of the other
dream /driːm/ A1	noun - a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep verb - to experience dreams during sleep
work /wɜːrk/ A1	noun - activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose verb - to be engaged in physical or mental activity in order to achieve a purpose
elevate /ˈɛlɪveɪt/ B2	verb - to raise to a higher level or position
visionary /vɪʒəˈnɛri/ C1	adjective - thinking about or planning the future with imagination or wisdom
motivate /ˈmoʊtɪveɪt/ B2	verb - to provide someone with a reason for acting in a certain way
terminated /ˈtɜːrmɪneɪtɪd/ B2	verb - to bring to an end
hustle /ˈhʌsəl/ B1	verb - to work hard or quickly, especially to achieve success
limitless /ˈlɪmɪtlɪs/ C1	adjective - without limits; unrestricted
reign /reɪn/ B2	verb - to rule over a country or area
berserk /bərˈzɜːrk/ C1	adjective - wildly out of control
perfectionist /pərˈfɛkʃənɪst/ C1	noun - a person who refuses to accept any standard short of perfection
animation /ˌænɪˈmeɪʃən/ B1	noun - the state of being full of life or vigor; the technique of making films by photographing a series of drawings
altercation /ˌɔːltərˈkeɪʃən/ C1	noun - a noisy argument or fight
deceased /dɪˈsiːst/ B2	adjective - dead