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ozay moore - where you at lyrics

verse 1 [james gardin]
i was always taught, think global act local, and these vocals travel the globe daily/
and it’s crazy, but maybe i barely been in the place that helped raise me/
in a world that can feel so m-ssive, we learn to be connected while living nomadic/
and i don’t fully understand, life doesn’t have to feel static/
and my roots are deep in the soil, that helped be grow up beautifully/
and that’s why i stay plugged in and i always contribute to my community/
plant seeds at home while i cross-pollinate, i know i’ll be back home soon/
hopefully, you’ll be in town to be able to see, some of yawl go bloom/

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it ain’t where you from it’s where you at and i ain’t talking bout a place on the map/
wherever you are, whoever you are, cuz what you about is why you’re at where your at
see it can open your world/ (where you at?)
yeah
see it can open your world (where you at?)

verse 2 [ozay moore]
man, don’t misunderstand me, if i say i’m too big for my town it’s not a bad thing/
no ego see for me i got a thing for traveling, so as long as i’m stretching out of the mitten i don’t mind if i’m living in lansing/
catching feeling of claustrophobia, kicking at them city limits wondering how they holding up/
cuz everytime i gets to leave for a second, when i return i’m feeling good like i just needed perspective/
the gr-ss is greener where you water it, mess around, have a manicured lawn and some gardening/
the other sides different once you walk on it, noticing the weeds and the flaws in it, understand time is the cause of it/
cuz everything decays over time “entropy” used to keep it fresh by hitting the road consistently/
now where i invest is local so front me a ticket g i’ll be back in a week to pound the pavement that’s a guarantee/

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verse 3 [jahshua smith]
i’m beatboxing the beat, i’m pete rocking it like j gave these youngins the rock they keep dropping it/
i hit the road where these shows is packed in, keep they heads to the sky with my sounds of blackness its rap trick/
the sk!ll improved with each visit, that family back at home always asking who’s missing?/
complaining that the flow is too distant, i gotta serve the block so lyrically my food for thought is 5 loaves to 2 fishes/
a freedom fighter feed the mult-tude, i love my people gotta feed em with these “multis” too/
so here’s and overview, with ancestors looking over you, you’d probably leave the city trying to fit the shoes of moses too/
i’m not a local dude, a home is where the hearts from imma keep it on my sleeve while adapt to stardom/
the city raised me beginnings of an honest man, who’s on his way to jericho to see the promise land/

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