Cam O'bi - GPS lyrics

[Intro: Saba] Oh, oh, oh Oh oh oh Oh, oh Oh... [Hook] 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 [Verse 1: Saba] 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 f**ing necklace Oo, put that sh** 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 n***a, 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 sh** like Sonic With my songs and all of my sonnets signing [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Saba] 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 k** man, man still'll want more n***as spoon fed, talkin bout they poor, n***as 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 pa** 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 n***a then I don't rematch Grind mode n***a I don't relax, ay, go head take it back Sab [Hook x2] 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 [Verse 3: Twista] 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 f**in with us Circumstances 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 f** you wanna do Twista [Hook] 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 [Skit] Comin from one of them avenue babies, hailin from the west side, n***a tryna make it to the grammys, at least somewhere. Somewhere more than where a mothaf**a 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