Where you at, where you at
Where you at, where you at
Hey, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Wondering if you hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
Been a little bit down and weary. Where you at? Where you at?
And I just can't shake that feeling. When I look up at the ceiling
Is there anyone out there listening to me
I kneel by the bed and pray for breakthroughs. But, talk is cheap. I may just make moves
It's hard for me to wait for angels. And God can see the way I stay cool
Cause I could've went crazy back when my Momma had passed, and followed her fast
Took what you gave me then threw it all in the trash, but nah: I took that
Made "endless solitude" after BUTTERFLY STITCHES and continued walking the path
Stuck to the plan. Still holding on with my heart in two halves with blood on my hands
Warrior; Steph Curry with it. Yet I'm getting worried 'cause I don't see your steps in the sand
With mine. Can I weather whatever and be the best that I can or be left 'cause I can't
Wondering if you can hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
I'm asking you so dearly: where you at? Where you at
If I fail, I swear it'd kill me. So, I gotta' make them feel me
So close, I can taste it really. That's why I beg and I plead
This my shit; you with me or not
You don't gotta' give me anything. I got my wrist in the pot
That boy is working whip-working. That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the vibes
That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
I can't depend on nobody but me. I put my faith in the shit that I speak
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the
I'm Bad; Mike Jack. Dangerous when I get up in my bag
I'm Him. Yeah, they know I'm like that. The main-stage event they wanna' typecast
I been on a new wave for the longest. Some say you should aim for the stars and
I wanna' shoot straight through the cosmos. Spark another Big Bang when I drop shit
Yeah, that's my plan. Mic, pad, and pen, and then I fly past
Every peer that thought I might crash. Now I'm up and all them guys mad
Not askin' you for it. I'm taking it. I'm cookin', so hand me the apron
I'm done being patient and praying. That ain't gonna' save me. I'm back and I'm shaking shit
They know that I never needed favors. It'll be that way until I meet my maker
It's no wonder they're impressed with me. Don't need a press-release 'cause every record's leaking flavor
Still feeding them. I've been great from tapes to when CDs were bumped
to the MP3s, and this streaming stuff
In whatever era, the fans gonna' see my hunger
Wondering if you can hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
I'm asking you so dearly: where you at? Where you at
If I fail, I swear it'd kill me. So, I gotta' make them feel me
So close, I can taste it really. Can't no one do it but me
This my shit; you with me or not?
You don't gotta' give me anything. I got my wrist in the pot
That boy is working whip-working. That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the vibes
That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
I can't depend on nobody but me. I put my faith in the shit that I speak
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the
Where you at, where you at
Where you at, where you at
Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen
years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable....more
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