Where I Been

(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