Where You Been? Lyrics

Damn, where you been bruh?

Killing off all of my demons and my sins cuz

Damn, how you been son?

Focused on the music and all the wins bruh

Woah, it's a thin love

For all the haters, and the ones that forget bruh

They ask me

Damn, where you been bruh?

Watering my grass while you watching from my fence cuz

I'm just worried bout these calculations

The math ain't adding up, so I guess I'll start equating

All the ones who claim to do the most must be faking

Because the ones that talk the least seem to be the ones they chasing

A hunnid videos up on the snap, but I ain't buying

All the bullshit that they providing

Real G's adjust to they climate call it realignment

I'm just working on myself, you could call it redefinement

Some of y'all just need to read the fine print

To gullible for this world and all its buy-ins

How can you fathom all the lows when you stuck up in the high-ends?

Caught up so much in a moment that you lost your life and

Smoking so much that your processor's prolly fried

The brain above your eyes can't detect the lies

So you drown your truth in some Miller Lite's

Drinking till your blacked, so you'll never have to see the light

Uh damn, where you been bruh?

Killing off all of these blunts and these drinks cuz

Woah, how you been bruh?

Focused on the bitches and all the sins cuz

Damn, how's the fam huh?

I don't know, haven't called my mama in a minute bruh

Damn, so where you been bruh?

Avoiding all my problems and the real stuff

What's your definition of success?

Davey what's that mean and why you gotta be so pressed?

I'm sick of seeing all these lifeless zombies doing less

While the rest of us working till we're out of breath

Damn, but I don't think my lungs are ever stopping

My brain could run miles, you don't even think of jogging

I'm seeing Waves of Blue, man your water's foggy

Too much like that shit you put up in your fucking body now

Guess this project is my vent tape

Everything inside my mind up on this mixtape

Stuck up on the job like some grip-tape

I'm just working on myself, I think it's time for an update

Yeah, this is just an album of my thoughts

Racing till the end, or run until I'm lost

Best believe I'm here till the curtain call

Here to celebrate with all my dreamers like the pentacost

Where you been bruh?

Killing off all of my demons and my sins cuz

Damn, how you been son?

Focused on the music and all the wins bruh

Woah, it's a thin love

For all the haters, and the ones that forget bruh

They ask me

Damn, where you been bruh?

Only doing me, please don't take offense cuz