[ Featuring Logic ]
Open my eyes, what the f*ck do I see?
I see the world lacks time
And I don't need no clock for this
Wait, that's the wrong song, shit
The world got confusing for a bit
And still I don't get it
Everybody want some shit a whole lot
Of are at this party
Listen to me spit like I'm a rapper
Like I got bars for days and gold chains
Like I live up in a mansion, no
Apartment out in Los Feliz
Still I pay my rent, momma still be callin'
I got all I want, it ain't impress
Bethany just blocked me
I ain't even read her tweets
My dad ain't pay his phone so I
Ain't heard from him in weeks
Got used to niggas lookin at
My shit like, "boy, you weak!"
Cuz I'm still Michael Lindsay still
Come from Warren Street
Momma said don't go to Copeland they
Got niggas in the street
They don't care if you eleven they'll
Leaven twelve up in your cheek
At thirteen I was writing whole
Tracks with no beats
At fourteen I was writing
On them Blackberry keys
At fifteen I was doing open mics, all free
At sixteen I recorded in the
Basement up at Keiths
At seventeen I was rocking with Monroe
Tryna eat at eighteen I met Goodwin, Tim
All through OG
At nineteen dropped Is This Art?
And now shit different
At twenty years old I a vision
That's gon stop the bitchin'
Got a lot of love, don't got a lot of wishes
All I want is glory in the crib
For my lil ma to live in
If you got a story then you
Tell it then they gotta listen
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Don't be so emotional
Just staring at this open road
Two seconds I turn off my phone
Just ride for a minute
Let all the bullshit slide for a minute
They told me that the sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
Elevated my vision and threw
Out my indecision i'm bustin' like jizzin'
This mental prism is prison
I've risen out of this shit
Made a million out of spit
If you feelin' inadequate and mad a bit
Like when Anakin had a fit
Then keep it going
Knowing it could be nothing
While society bluffin', lying and huffing
We keep it movin' over and over, we provin'
The realest, illest, and chillest
Rockin' chinchillas
Like what the f*ck? It's mathematical
Never had a crew, what would you rather do?
Serving customers with attitudes
Or flying private
While the pilot only focused on latitude
Just cause he got it that don't
Mean you should be madder, dude
Do what you want in this life
Do what you rather do
Never get caught in the middle
Belittled, and feelin' little, fool
Just do you
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Don't be so emotional
Just staring at this open road
Two seconds I turn off my phone
Just ride for a minute
Let all the bullshit slide for a minute
They told me that the sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
They told me that the sky is the limit
