Where I Been

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(Whatcha doin', where ya been, whatcha got goin' on?)

I've got to know
I've got to know

Where I been?
Contemplating how to put paper to pen
Turn the pen work into paper, meet an end
Got it covered, you just tell me where and when
So I can begin moving like a whirlwind
Or a cyclone
'Til the world ends or I go psycho
I might plead insanity but I might be the maestro
Hanging from the tightrope
Grab you by the collar, this is my show
Living by the dice throw
Tryna get my peace of mind, now where'd my slice go?
Life is overpriced, I'm like the poltergeist though
Breaking down the fourth wall
It's my court, your ball
Watch it all revolve
I control the axis
At last, Atlas, I'm preaching what he practice
Carrying the weight no matter the circumstances
Planet on my shoulders through every single advancement
Every little step, every little breath, every drop of sweat
Every minute slept, every second spent waiting on what's next
That's anxiety creeping up and down my neck
Send society to lie to me, keep me in check
It's not that I don't want to connect
But the definition's changed and the dialogue is lost
Like the message rearranged and we piled on the cost
Of being misunderstood, better smile when you talk

(Whatcha doin, where ya been, whatcha got goin on?)

I've got to know
I've got to know

What am I doing in a place like this?
I insist on just grooving to the pace I twist
Nihilist part time, dark vibes in the mix
So much stirring occurring
My vision's blurring
But I'm yearning for the balance
A picture perfect palace
Not a castle in the sky
'Cause the apple of my eye
Could be rotten from inside or be poisonous
We a boisterous bunch, and we exploiting this
If you enjoying this, go get up and dance
And shake your body one time from your feet to your hands
Move your shoulders like you moving over from the past
It's a blast or a mad dash
Ways to catch road rash
Burning rubber so fast
Let no other surpass
'Cause I'm fast lane furious
You sit in the grass
Got them eating my dust
Until they kissing my ass
I don't need your handouts
Throw that shit in the trash
Like I dispose of foes
Every time I throw the rose
Everywhere I go it's nosebleeds and fires to hose
But I think I'm so diseased
So I go deliver the dose
Up until my soul's deceased
You can hear me speaking to ghosts
You can her me talking in tongues
You can hear me coughing my lungs
You can see me creeping on currency
Like I'm stalking the funds
Never mind expressing thought
I'm possessing what I got
Give my best and never resting
'Til I'm destined for the top

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