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conversations.value: Write me a song called No Country for Old Man with the following description: Freestyle Fridays Vol. 1 is a minute long studio session posted to Logic’s Instagram on November 2nd, 2018.
  On this quick, but lyrical verse, Logic reflects on his age, where his time has gone and today’s youth. Fellow Elysium member, John Lindahl, also sings with Logic on the hook.
  
        
  
  
  
  
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    Freestyle Friday Vol. 1 What’s something that’s changed for you with age? A post shared by  Logic (@logic) on Nov 2, 2018 at 6:14pm PDT
  
  
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conversations.value: [Verse: Logic]
  Think about kids
  , think about bills
  Think about how to maintain these mills
  Think about youth on drugs and pills
  Tryna remember just how that shit feel
  Broker than hell and tryna get a deal
  But now that I made it, it don't feel real
  Like it's gon' fall away, and I'ma wake up homeless in the Holloway
  Growing up never ever had a holiday, 
  now I'm like Halliday
  From Ready Player One son
  How I used to think about it, how you used to think son
  Think about hoes, think about clothes
  Wishin' I had like six zero's
  Hit up the club through Bentley doors
  Dollar, dollar bills and bank loans
  Wanna' be loved, just wanna' be celebrated
  If I elevated they would never hate it, I'm a renegade it
  Say they love me, say they want me
  Say they bump me in they whip
  I'ma go platinum from rapping
  You hear me, I'm snapping and killin' this shit
  Murder em' all on some villainous shit
  Murder em' all on some villainous shit
  Like, like, like
  [Hook: John Lindahl & Logic]
  What you doing, what you thinking, what's been on yo mind?
  Are you grinding, are you rhyming?
  Spending all your time
  In the studio they don't know what you feelin' inside
  Gotta' get it all off your chest
  What you doing, what you thinking, what's been on yo mind?
  Are you grinding, are you rhyming?
  Spending all your time
  In the studio they don't know what you feelin' inside
  Gotta' get it all off your chest