GPS

[Intro: Saba]

Oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh

[Chorus: BJRKNC & Chandlar; Saba]

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 (Ah, ah, ah, look)

[Verse 1: Saba]

Earth can be so lonely, glad we're all in Heaven (All in Heaven)

Bet he can count a dollar, couldn't count a blessing (Blessing)

Ayy, where's your head? You neckless for a fucking necklace (Fucking necklace)

Ooh, put that shit on record, bet they get the message

Just like "after the beep" (Beep)

Wear my rap on my sleeve (Sleeve)

Wear my heart on my tongue (Tongue)

Where you think that I speak from? It's blood on my teeth

Like a opp nigga, 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

Dropping college, collect like an audit

I'm an artist problem—what you call it?

I'm an 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 shit like Sonic

With my songs and all of my sonnets, signing

[Chorus: BJRKNC & Chandlar; Saba]

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 (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Saba]

Food can make you forget that the world is famished

They on me like the new kid—this my college campus

Ooh, 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 kill man—man still'll want more

Niggas spoon-fed, talking 'bout they poor

Niggas be broke, talking like they on, on

I don't really care what oppers say, though

They change theyself for compensation

Last year, I just had to lay low

Now pass the torch like "hot potato," haha

'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—

Off that; duff a nigga, then I don't rematch

Grind mode, nigga, I don't relax

Ayy, go ‘head, play this back—Sab'!

[Chorus: BJRKNC & Chandlar]

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

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," the sound deaf

Got kush, and I smoke that blunt 'cause I'm blessed (Woo)

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'd come through

Hanging with the gang or with the crew

Anxious just to show what I could do

And though the gas will spark

When it got real dark, we would go take it to Garfield Park

To the holy city in K-Town, and go downtown

So I could show 'em that I'm real sharp

Ain't nobody fucking with us

Circumstances hurt your chances when you see how we coming

On my mama, Saba, when I got the OG on me:

"Homie, no, way we don't want nothing"

Breaking atoms if we causing destruction

Making patterns if we causing eruptions

Second thoughts if you see us in the functions

Smoking weed if you see us into something

Do your thing and make your money, stack your paper

Go ahead, represent your crew

As long as you respect the west side of Chi'

Do what the fuck you wanna do—Twista!

[Chorus: BJRKNC & Chandlar]

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: FRSH Waters]

Coming from one of them avenue babies. Hailing from the west side. Nigga tryna make it to the Grammys. At least somewhere. Somewhere more than where a motherfucker been. Bucket list means something ,like, you know, you ever sit up and dream and dreamed a dream, and that dream done came true? Hahahahaha. Chuuuu'ch!