GPS - SABA, Twista

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