| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I’ll tell you when I-
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| Pray to God for a vision, read the secret for wisdom
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| Schooled by Monks, they religious, but raised by witches and wolves
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| Try’na drop your defenses, how we all in these trenches?
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| How we starve for attention when all of us so connected?
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| Every time I wake up in the clouds is my morning high
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| Never like coming down 'cause the trickle take too much time
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| But call me, I’m by your side, down to ride for the fuck of it
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| I remember them nights, sneaking out 'til the sun visit
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| Now we older and wiser, but I feel just as lost
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| Technology got the best of me, still I forgot the call
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| My drama don’t mean nada, next to someone dying for dollars
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| 'Cause I ain’t never cared about the shit that make you a baller
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| Are you still awake? |
| Still standing in place?
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| I built myself a world, now I need some place
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| Been living life up on the road, singing to earn a plate
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| Driving in the corners of my mind, from state to mental state
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I’ll tell you when I-
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| Get back to the get down, get back from chasing hits now
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| Get good, get away, get it in, get a grip now
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| Get it while it’s hot, 'cause if it’s not you might get let down
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| Everything about this journey feels so super fixed now
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| I’m hearing side talk folk is complaining
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| 'Bout the life that they living as if it’s so super draining
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| Every piece is a seed, thankfully it’s still been raining
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| I find beauty in the cracked glass and dreams in the pavement
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| See, homie got just too much pride, my problem’s not enough
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| Short-changed myself like this machine just got my dollar stuck
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| And I just want a piece to call my own, it’s not a lot to cuff
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| But greedy sons of bitches get to riches and then lock it up
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| Man these memories are falling by the wayside
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| But she still knows my name when I dial up to get some FaceTime
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| Even in this verse I lost my way and felt the baseline
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| The destination’s nothing if the journey wasn’t
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I’ll tell you when I get there
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| I’ll tell you when I- |