Where You Been - Michael Christmas, Logic

Open my eyes, what the fuck 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

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 division 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'?)

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 fuck?

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'?)

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