[Intro: Foundation for Young Musicians choir]

(Bobby Soxer)

Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight

Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite

You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights

Just easy as A-B-C, that's how you make it right

(You have interfered with our affairs for the last time)

(Sinatra)

[Verse 1: Logic]

I am literally in the air, right now, rappin' up a stewardess

First class, I am so new at this

Used to ride the metro, now that shit is retro

Like the infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go

Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me

Gotta catch a flight, but the fans wanna stall me

Life of a don, chain just glowin'

Always in the lab with the fresh kicks on

I'm at the MGM, rockin' MCM

Bobby Soxer on my arm, it's only 10 PM (Hey)

Got the RattPack with me goin' HAM at the hotel

Name brand everything, fuck a wholesale

No, I am not materialistic

I was broke my whole life, and no, I don't miss it

Last seven years of my life was in a lab

Workin' every day, givin' it everything I had

Now that a brother is finally recognized

I will not let the limelight hypnotize

Everybody be sure I'ma always want more

Does anybody make real shit anymore?

[Chorus: Foundation for Young Musicians choir, Logic]

Under the spotlight, neither black nor white

It doesn't matter, do the dance, do the dance

As strong as you might, working day and night (Yeah, yeah)

Whatever happens (Check it out), (Is this what you want?) do the dance (Uh, yeah), do the- (Now)

[Verse 2: Logic]

The grind never stops like I'm runnin' from the cops

It's hard to stay humble when you're force-fed props

But I don't give a damn, I am just a man

I am not more important than any one of my fans

First name Bobby, so I'm all about The Hundreds

Work so hard, ery'body think I'm blunted, hah

Gunnin' hard with the mask and Glock

And I'ma stay with extra clips 'til the casket drops

Finna blow in the next three years, tops

Talkin' worldwide, not just hip-hop

Rappers now-a-days so flip-flop

Talkin' 'bout you, wanna work, motherfucker kick rocks

I am on the come up, headed to the top

Reppin' MD, and never will I stop

Me and the crew V's up, Visionary, what it do?

Step to the mic, lyricism ensue, we go hard

Only on campus when I wanna study abroad

Guess that's why they wonder if I go there

All the groupie bitches wanna put they fingers through my hair

Can't fade the thirst, chill out, woah there

Let me get it, let me bring it back

Haters talkin' shit but I get richer when they doin' that

Yes, I am pursuin' that number one album

Worldwide, and fuck whoever doubt him (Logic)

[Chorus: Foundation for Young Musicians choir]

Under the spotlight, neither black nor white

It doesn't matter, do the dance, do the dance

As strong as you might, working day and night

Whatever happens, do the dance, do the-

[Outro: Foundation for Young Musicians choir]

Is this what you want?

Man, what the fuck?

The way you move is a mystery