Gps Lyrics - Singles - Saba

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 

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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 

Where's your head? You neck-less for a fucking necklace 

Oo, 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 playing neo-soul 

Dropped out, I don't need a loan 

That same school booking me a show 

Droppin college collect like an audit 

I'm a artist problem what you call it 

I'm a honest artist so they honor 

Or We fighting 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 signing 

Photos 

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 

Oo, oo 

Food can make you forget that we're all this famished 

They on me like the new kid, this my college campus 

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 

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, ay, go head take it 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 

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 

Something was happening whenever I come through 

Hangin with the gang or with the crew 

Ain't just, just to show 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 

Circle stances 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 grammys, at least somewhere. Somewhere more than 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