Lyrics GPS - Saba, Twista

GPS

Oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Where’s your head?
Where’s your soul?
Your heart?
Where’s your love?
Your care?
Where’s your life?
Your scars?
You’re lost
Ah, ah, ah, look
Earth can be so lonely, glad we’re all in heaven
Bet he can count a dollar, couldn’t count a blessing
Ayy, where’s your head?
You neck-less for a fuckin' necklace
(Fuckin' necklace)
Ooh, put that shit on record, bet they get the message
Just like after the beep
Wear my rap on my sleeve, wear my heart on my tongue
Where you think that I speak from its blood on my teeth
Like a opp nigga, we opposed
I’m at the crib playin' neo-soul
Dropped out, I don’t need a loan
That same school bookin' me a show
Droppin' college collect like an audit
I’m a artist problem, what you call it?
I’m an honest artist so they honor
Or we fightin' fans like Ron Artest
I’m the coldest out, I’m so arctic
And I’m from the same place the solids come from
And I run shit like Sonic
With my songs and all of my sonnets signin'
Where’s your head?
Where’s your soul?
Your heart?
Where’s your love?
Your care?
Where’s your life?
Your scars?
You’re lost
Ooh, ooh
Food can make you forget that the world is famished
They on me like the new kid, this my college campus, ooh
All these women want me like my name was Channing
Tatum, I don’t even take 'em, y’all can all still have 'em
Like I got my own, greed kill man, man still’ll want more
Niggas spoon fed, talkin' bout they poor
Niggas be broke talkin' like they on, on
I don’t really care what oppers say though
They change they self for compensation
Last year I just had to lay low
Now pass the torch like hot potato, aheh
'Cause I’m on it, take the green line out west to Austin
Dropped the best project since The Chronic
Like a nerd freshman how I’m locked in
I been, aheh, off that, dub, a nigga then I don’t rematch
Grind mode, nigga I don’t relax, ayy, go ‘head, play this back
Sab
Where’s your head?
Where’s your soul?
Your heart?
Where’s your love?
Your care?
Where’s your life?
Your scars?
You’re lost
Where’s your head?
Where’s your soul?
Your heart?
Where’s your love?
Your care?
Where’s your life?
Your scars?
You’re lost
I tell 'em
«Pop that trunk, 'cause sound deaf»
Got kush and I smoke that blunt 'cause I’m blessed (Woo)
Flow with the funk then I’m fresh
And I got that 'cause I come from out west
I was raised around thugs and ballers
Somethin' was happenin' whenever I come through
Hangin' with the gang or with the crew
Anxious just to show what I could do
And though the gas will spark, when it got real dark
We were gon' take it to Garfield park
To the holy city, yeah K-Town
And go downtown so I can show 'em that I’m real sharp
Ain’t nobody fuckin' with us
Circumstances hurt your chances when you see how we comin'
On my mama, Saba when he got the OG on me
Homie, no wait, we don’t want nothin'
Breakin atoms if we causin' destruction
Makin' patterns if we causin' eruptions
Second thoughts if you see us in the functions
Smokin 'weed if you see us into somethin'
Do ya thang and make ya money, stack ya paper
Go ahead, represent ya crew
As long as you respect the west side of Chi'
Do what the fuck you wanna do
Twista
Where’s your head?
Where’s your soul?
Your heart?
Where’s your love?
Your care?
Where’s your life?
Your scars?
You’re lost
Comin' from one of them avenue babies, hailin' from the west side,
nigga tryna make it to the Grammy’s, at least somewhere.
Somewhere more than
where a mothafucka been.
Bucket list means something like, ya know you ever set
up and dream and dreamed a dream and that dream done came true?
Ha ha ha ha ha.
.chuuuuuuch