Destination

I'm on a destination
Blowing up detonation
I don't need affirmation
I don't need navigation

I'm on a destination
Blowing up detonation
I don't need affirmation
I don't need navigation

Destination, destination, how ya doin, where ya goin, what you makin
Paper chasin, paper makin, paper blazin, don't forget paper savin
Learn the rules, learn the basics, learn the game, figure out how to play it
All these voices in my head, give me space, I need some time for contemplation,

My sis graduated in the Lou
Hats off to my man in the Lex
What I'd give to grad Magna Cum
When I leave the Nash with my hand on a check

Tryna figure out what to do
What's the plan to get a letter to the best?
What's the destination though
And what's the route, yo I need a GPS!

Destination destination, med school, more years of education
Can you take it, can you make it, treating patients, trying not to lose your patience
Save some lives, save some paper, wife a lady, make some babies, now you've made it
That's the game, learn the theory, levitate, destination, ELEVATION

But to set the story straight. That's easy to say, but difficult to do
No one does it for ya. I'm a solo pilot in my BMW
I know my destination. But this a competition, everybody racin you
Ain't no navigation, homey. Proceed to the route, and the rest is up to you

(Hooooooo, destination, ooooo, destination)

I'm on a destination
Blowing up detonation
I don't need affirmation
I don't need navigation

I'm on a destination
Blowing up detonation
I don't need affirmation
I don't need navigation

I ain't thinkin bout the destination
All these voices really test my patience
More to life than the end of the road
So Im tellin my folks I'm thinking bout the pavement

Lost in thoughts with my feet on the dash
Finished the year, and now I'm leavin the Nash
Finally home, I smell the green of the grass
Is it better smelling that or the green of the cash?

Destination, paper making, last album made really made serious cash
Come home a year later, dump my bags, my tape is still reeling the stacks
Pen, paper, calculator, lots of sales, I finally completed the math
I made the dough but then I go and blow it on my next album I don't need to relax, ya see?

It's an endless cycle, these are life goals, I can do it wit my eyes closed
It ain't just about the destination
Boy it's how you make it and I take the high road

Ima buffalo soldier, - what they told ya, everything's whatever you make it
Lace up my boots and put a foot on the gas,
I'm off on the path, - I'm on a destination

If you tryna blaze
I'm tryna - as my GPA
I'm tryna - as my GPA
I'm tryna - as my GPA

If you got that cake
Drop it as low as my GPA
Drop it as low as my GPA
Drop it as low as my GPA

If you tryna blaze
I'm tryna - as my GPA
I'm tryna - as my GPA
I'm tryna - as my GPA

If you got that cake
Drop it as low as my GPA
Drop it as low as my GPA
Drop it as low as my GPA



Credits
Writer(s): Ya Qi Song
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