Place To Go ft. Gladwell Lyrics

Move if you don't know why I'm here

I got one day off this week

I'm trying to chill and go to Brasil

Well, anywhere really

I come in swinging my sword gun and the whistle in hand

Don't buy into stereotypes

I got these digital vans with a hole in the toe

Man they keep me from being conceited too much

Figure this black man working the backhand

Used to have tea and a prayer with Pac-Man

Honorable only in mentions

Graduate satellite floating from Cincy

Putting off hours of rest on my quest

Got me looking like Cynthia's best

You not the homie you telling me stay where I'm at

Love and tragedy come in a set

Here for myself

Need an advance

I'm trying to break free of the way it goes

Needed more days

Attempting to fly

Keeping the path

Me and this world

I see the disguise

Waiting on a place you know

Waiting on a place to go

My signature decrees that nobody know me

Value propelling me through

The filmic society

The point and they laugh like they close to me

I'm only right here cause I'm supposed to be

Wondering what in the world do you have for me

They taking my hope like democracy

You won't find me believing again

If I have to wait for the gold

You keep your soul

Working the room till my batteries dead

I hold my stand with a paycheck in hand

Keeping my angle you'll see where I fold

But that's never

Like Marty, wassup and do better

My celebratory confession is inching me closer to sleeping through nights

Whoever said I was nice

Here for myself

Need an advance

I'm trying to break free of the way it goes

Needed more days

Attempting to fly

Keeping the path

Me and this world

I see the disguise

Waiting on a place you know

Waiting on a place to go