Where Do We Go
Like tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go
Like tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
We got problems, yeah I'll admit it
Lack communication, we refuse to listen
Yeah, we be fussing, fighting and arguing
The middle of my chest is where your target is
But baby think twice about starting shit
Think twice about out smarting him
Yeah I put my heart in this
And no, I don't give a shit about no marketing
I'm just sparking piff
The true definition of what an artist is
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let take 'em take the wheel and steer
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let 'em take the wheel and steer, this my life
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
And girl it's time we had that fucking make up sex
That in the morning right after we wake up sex
Steph Curry with my shot, never hurrying my shot
To make you wet, only takes a sec for my magic to take full affect
Damn, yeah
They be like how does he do it
Paul Pierce I'm the truest, kill 808's with this new shit
I'm the spitting image and y'all just illusions
So be don't be stupid by rushing to conclusions
I'm feeling like man of the hour, better yet man of the year
You could crank the bass so loud it might damage all of your ears
Sacrifice blood sweat and tears but there ain't no bandages here
Nah there ain't no cameras here, we technically amateurs over here
I'm so lost and confused
Yeah ya boy, about to blow a fuse
Guess I gotta keep my head up
Forget getting fed up
Need to get my bread up before I fucking let up
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let take 'em take the wheel and steer
Like where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let 'em take the wheel and steer, this my life
Like tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go
Like tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
We got problems, yeah I'll admit it
Lack communication, we refuse to listen
Yeah, we be fussing, fighting and arguing
The middle of my chest is where your target is
But baby think twice about starting shit
Think twice about out smarting him
Yeah I put my heart in this
And no, I don't give a shit about no marketing
I'm just sparking piff
The true definition of what an artist is
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let take 'em take the wheel and steer
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let 'em take the wheel and steer, this my life
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
And girl it's time we had that fucking make up sex
That in the morning right after we wake up sex
Steph Curry with my shot, never hurrying my shot
To make you wet, only takes a sec for my magic to take full affect
Damn, yeah
They be like how does he do it
Paul Pierce I'm the truest, kill 808's with this new shit
I'm the spitting image and y'all just illusions
So be don't be stupid by rushing to conclusions
I'm feeling like man of the hour, better yet man of the year
You could crank the bass so loud it might damage all of your ears
Sacrifice blood sweat and tears but there ain't no bandages here
Nah there ain't no cameras here, we technically amateurs over here
I'm so lost and confused
Yeah ya boy, about to blow a fuse
Guess I gotta keep my head up
Forget getting fed up
Need to get my bread up before I fucking let up
Now where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let take 'em take the wheel and steer
Like where do I go from here
Can't compare myself to my peers
Or they'll catch me from the rear
Can't let 'em take the wheel and steer, this my life
Like tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I go from here, here
Now tell me where do we go
Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Palaskey
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