Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where You Been, artist - Michael Christmas.
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where You Been |
Open my eyes, what the fuck do I see? |
I see the world lacks time, and I don’t need no clock for this |
Wait, that’s the wrong song, shit |
The world got confusing for a bit, and still I don’t get it |
Everybody want some shit a whole lot of are at this party |
Listen to me spit like I’m a rapper |
Like I got bars for days and gold chains |
Like I live up in a mansion, no apartment, out in |
Still I pay my rent, momma still be callin |
I got all I want, it ain’t impress |
Bethany just blocked me, I ain’t even read her tweets |
My dad ain’t pay his phone so I ain’t heard from him in weeks |
Got used to niggas lookin at my shit like, «boy, you weak!» |
Cuz I’m still Michael Lindsay still come from Warren Street |
Momma said don’t go to Copeland they got niggas in the street |
They don’t care if you eleven they’ll leaven twelve up in your cheek |
At thirteen I was writing whole tracks with no beats |
At fourteen I was writing on them Blackberry keys |
At fifteen I was doing open mics, all free |
At sixteen I recorded in the basement up at Keiths |
At seventeen I was rocking with Monroe, tryna eat |
At eighteen I met Goodwin, Tim, all through OG |
At nineteen dropped Is This Art? |
and now shit different |
At twenty years old I division that’s gon stop the bitchin' |
Got a lot of love, don’t got a lot of wishes |
All I want is glory in the crib for my lil ma to live in |
If you got a story then you tell it then they gotta listen |
Where you been? |
(Where you been?) |
Where you goin'? |
(Where you goin'?) |
Don’t be so emotional |
Just staring at this open road |
Two seconds I turn off my phone |
Just ride for a minute, let all the bullshit slide for a minute |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
The sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
Elevated my vision and threw out my indecision |
I’m bustin' like jizzin', this mental prism is prison |
I’ve risen out of this shit, made a million out of spit |
If you feelin' inadequate and mad a bit like when Anakin had a fit |
Then keep it going, knowing it could be nothing |
While society bluffin', lying and huffing, we keep it movin' |
Over and over, we provin' the realest, illest, and chillest |
Rockin' chinchillas, like what the fuck? |
It’s mathematical |
Never had a crew, what would you rather do? |
Serving customers with attitudes or flying private |
While the pilot only focused on latitude |
Just cause he got it that don’t mean you should be madder, dude |
Do what you want in this life, do what you rather do |
Never get caught in the middle, belittled, and feelin' little, fool |
Just do you |
Where you been? |
(Where you been?) |
Where you goin'? |
(Where you goin'?) |
Don’t be so emotional |
Just staring at this open road |
Two seconds I turn off my phone |
Just ride for a minute, let all the bullshit slide for a minute |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
The sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |
They told me that the sky is the limit |