JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown - Tell Me Where To Go lyrics
JPEGMAFIA [Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks] Baltimore, Maryland/N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown - Tell Me Where To Go lyrics]
Think about you girl yeah
Tell me where to go when your
Heart ain't in it no mo'
And that's all I know
Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall
Never fold this the concrete that started
Growin' the rose gotta stick to the code
Fresh like Harlem, partin' disrespect
No curves is, uh so watch how your mouth run
Used to play the field all day
Instilled in me what you see today
Trapped in this rat race for snakes
That only wanna eat today
So tell me where to go
Where I can't feel pain no mo'
See, I been doin' the most
But got nothin' to show
'Posed to grow like beautiful afro
See, now I don't know, and I don't know
Back to the wall we was kept from, so
Hustle 'til the summer's up
Wish you would one-up
That was all mentality
Scared of bein' a casualty
Make us lose our sanity
Bein' how I don't know was back to the wall
But we still kept our fronts up
Hustle 'til the sun up
Wish a nigga would run up
That was all mentality
Scared of bein' a casualty
Made us lose our sanity
Bein' wooed by vanity
Tell me where to go when your
Heart ain't in it no mo'
And that's all I know
Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall
Never fold this the concrete that started
Growin' the rose gotta stick to the code
Used to love her
I thought for sure that she
Would have my child when I hugged her
I thought for sure she wasn't even wild
When I fucked her
Was thinkin' of you 'cause I'm still a child
That's my inner child
It takes a weak-ass nigga to
Take a weak bitch trait's
Now turn around and take that
Look off your face
You don't know who you are
You been workin' almost a decade
You ain't gettin far
I took them notes you wrote and
Put 'em in a glass jar used it as a ashtray
You don't know the half of
OD'ing on black tar
Oh, I forgot that wasn't me
That was some other niggas
Me and my bitch war story 'bout exes
Sometimes a breakup could feel like Brexit
Whatever, make up, you know who you mess with
And when I look back, it's still on read
And now your real life is
All that you left with
Now, baby, tell me, what did you achieve?
You blamin' me for the problems
That you blessed with
Now, when a bitch has no identity
They have to inherit other niggas' methods
I won't pretend that my scars never bleed
I got that kids blood, I ain't even elected
Hold up it's about to get rough, uh
It's about to get hectic (Chyeah)
Tell me where to go when your
Heart ain't in it no mo'
And that's all I know
Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall
Never fold this the concrete that started
Growin' the rose gotta stick to the code
Fresh like Harlem, partin' disrespect
No curves is, uh so watch how your mouth run
Used to play the field all day
Instilled in me what you see today
Trapped in this rat race for snakes
That only wanna eat today
So tell me where to go
Where I can't feel pain no mo'
See, I been doin' the most
But got nothin' to show
'Posed to grow like beautiful afro
See, now I don't know, and I don't know
Back to the wall we was kept from, so
Hustle 'til the summer's up
Wish you would one-up
That was all mentality
Scared of bein' a casualty
Make us lose our sanity
Bein' how I don't know was back to the wall
But we still kept our fronts up
Hustle 'til the sun up
Wish a nigga would run up
That was all mentality
Scared of bein' a casualty
Made us lose our sanity
Bein' wooed by vanity
Tell me where to go when your
Heart ain't in it no mo'
And that's all I know
Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall
Never fold this the concrete that started
Growin' the rose gotta stick to the code
Used to love her
I thought for sure that she
Would have my child when I hugged her
I thought for sure she wasn't even wild
When I fucked her
Was thinkin' of you 'cause I'm still a child
That's my inner child
It takes a weak-ass nigga to
Take a weak bitch trait's
Now turn around and take that
Look off your face
You don't know who you are
You been workin' almost a decade
You ain't gettin far
I took them notes you wrote and
Put 'em in a glass jar used it as a ashtray
You don't know the half of
OD'ing on black tar
Oh, I forgot that wasn't me
That was some other niggas
Me and my bitch war story 'bout exes
Sometimes a breakup could feel like Brexit
Whatever, make up, you know who you mess with
And when I look back, it's still on read
And now your real life is
All that you left with
Now, baby, tell me, what did you achieve?
You blamin' me for the problems
That you blessed with
Now, when a bitch has no identity
They have to inherit other niggas' methods
I won't pretend that my scars never bleed
I got that kids blood, I ain't even elected
Hold up it's about to get rough, uh
It's about to get hectic (Chyeah)