Where Were You? ft. Sebastian Peace Lyrics

There's got to be more to this life

Than always stressing out

Like how I take a paycheck

And always stretch it out

I've been through so trauma

That you wouldn't believe

My therapist needs a therapist

To get through the week

Put yourself up in my shoes

And I'd bet you'd fold

That's not a knock to your character

We got different souls

We on a different road

I'm on my own path

So I don't need to front

I got my own back

I write my own songs

I do my own dance

I did a lot of wrong

At least I own that

And you should know that

I'm still the man

When it comes to the raps

You still a fan

Then come to the back

Done with the love

I just stick to the tracks

Where were you when I was going through it?

You would know me if you listened to the music

We cut ties

I think I'm better suited

You want more than this

I think you should pursuit it

Ain't really one for the bickering

You call me trash

I'm littering

I'm hard to read

Your illiterate

I left things right

I'm a hypocrite

So Inconsiderate

Yeah

Leave now it won't phase me

Speak your mind but can't face me

I know you wanna erase me

But you can't girl

All these songs

Couldn't keep your ass on track girl

You know we'll never run this back girl

I mean you bad

But you still not that girl

No

All day

Yeah we run it all day

All day

Yeah we run it all day

All day

Yeah we run it all day

All day

Know I run it all day

Where were you when I was going through it?

You would know me if you listened to the music

We cut ties

I think I'm better suited

You want more than this

I think you should pursuit it

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

We Up

Who knew

We win

You lose

Bang Bang

Doot doo

Pull up

New new

We Crazy

Screw lose

She thick

Mewtwo

No magic

Voodoo

Part ways

Move Through

Never wanna

Lose You

I just wanna

Choose you

Feeling like Moses

When I part the sea

Gettin this money

So pardon me

Up so high

I could hardly breathe

Feeling like death keep calling me

I ain't tryna give you all of me

Up so high I could hardly breathe

And we outside

Young boys coming from the Southside

Got the blueprint

This an outline

Finna drop the tape

They like "Bout time"

Oh

Oh no no no

Where were you when I was going through it?

You would know me if you listened to the music

We cut ties

I think I'm better suited

You want more than this

I think you should pursuit it