Where You At
Faded away, what's the move today
Running up the pockets, you don't want to fade
Get out my way, stay dragging me down
Can't do this today, it's all just fake
Got your bitch wet, can you flex yet?
Like my wrist wet, but you're broke in debt
No assistance, on my own, no religion
But the pants stay True, fit so hard
Fuck your assistance
Where you at today
Where you at today
Where you at today
Is there anything I can say
Nothing to say, running in circles in my own brain but you can't feel my pain
Switching lanes like a fucking reject, eject
Nothing I could be yet, when can I leave yet?
Suicide The Prophet is getting impatient
Faded away, what's the move today (what you've got to say?)
Running up the pockets, you don't want to fade (why can't you just stay)
Get out my way, stay dragging me down (nothing there today)
Can't do this today, it's all just fake (it's gone for the day)
Got your bitch wet, can you flex yet? (it's all same)
Like my wrist wet, but you're broke in debt (it's all same)
No assistance, on my own, no religion (say what you have to)
But the pants stay True, fit so hard
Fuck your assistance (say what you have to say)
Say what you have to say
Running up the pockets, you don't want to fade
Get out my way, stay dragging me down
Can't do this today, it's all just fake
Got your bitch wet, can you flex yet?
Like my wrist wet, but you're broke in debt
No assistance, on my own, no religion
But the pants stay True, fit so hard
Fuck your assistance
Where you at today
Where you at today
Where you at today
Is there anything I can say
Nothing to say, running in circles in my own brain but you can't feel my pain
Switching lanes like a fucking reject, eject
Nothing I could be yet, when can I leave yet?
Suicide The Prophet is getting impatient
Faded away, what's the move today (what you've got to say?)
Running up the pockets, you don't want to fade (why can't you just stay)
Get out my way, stay dragging me down (nothing there today)
Can't do this today, it's all just fake (it's gone for the day)
Got your bitch wet, can you flex yet? (it's all same)
Like my wrist wet, but you're broke in debt (it's all same)
No assistance, on my own, no religion (say what you have to)
But the pants stay True, fit so hard
Fuck your assistance (say what you have to say)
Say what you have to say
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Simmons
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