Where you wanna go?
I know you been lost
California got me feelin’ off
I been Florida, feeling too close to the water
And I might jump
I look in your eyes and tell you’re probably
Tired of your disguise and doubting God but
Everybody dies until they find love
Hey, hey

And I remember
When everybody was talking about
I ain’t know what they was talking about
It was dark but let me remind you
Look if you’re lost let me find you
You ticking, lost in a time-bomb
You shooting dice, smoking ganja
You looking tough to the gods but
The gods ain’t stuntn’ your arm strength
They pick any brain, fuck a locksmith
Just guard your life when you bargain
When looking for light in the dark kids
They reel you in with a smile and
They flip that “peace” (sign) into a target
I hope you preach what you practice
To only speak is distractions
We wear our past as a garment
Close to cotton fields and the gardens
So plant this seed for the war, shit
Tmrw’s Seed is still important
I ain’t know what they was talking about
Got cousins, when I leave, that say “Call me, cuh.”
Got cousins, when I leave, that say “Ball me.”
I never did pick a side ‘cause
‘cause if I did they might off me
And if I did it might cost me
A face to face(2faced) like a Gemini
And if I blow, I’m like Boston
If I go, I might fall in
If I fall, ain’t no ground to hit
If I hit, do not… Don’t follow me
FrxxFallers

Where you wanna go?
I know you’ve been lost
California got me feelin’ off
I been Florida, feeling too close to the water
And I might jump
I look in your eyes and tell you’re probably
Tired of your disguise and doubting God but
Everybody dies until they find love
Hey, hey

I’m lost. But I’m gifted
I’m sad when I should be happy
I smoke loud not midget
That’s probably why you'd figure I never listen
Truth be told, I pay attention
Always stay cautious my G, just listen
I’ve been through it all
And not to mention
Yall not gone be with us
When wrist glistening, future tense
Probably rock some jiggy shit
That might cost you a car
I cannot drive, if I make it
I smoke too much, dawg
Call a uber driver,
That's what's best and get some gars
Sometimes I Backwood smoke
But it’s so bad for my lungs
More money I make,
I grind like I’m still in the slums
I know how it feels to have
Your pockets looking bum, yea
I know how it feels to have
Your pockets looking bum
You know that I know
Man fuck, fuck this shit

Where you wanna go?
I know you’ve been lost
California got me feelin’ off
I’ve been Florida, feeling too close to the water
And I might jump
I look in your eyes and tell you’re probably
Tired of your disguise and doubting God but
Everybody dies until they find love
Hey, hey

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