Lyrics Where We're Going - Robin Raps

Ladies and gentlemen
From Indianapolis, Indiana introducing
Robin's Merry Band of Thieves Choir
Throwing a little flavor on the track for you today
Give it up

Where we're going, yeah, it's hard to know
It's hard to know
What you cultivate is bound to grow
It's bound to grow, ain't it
Always looking for a better day
Always looking for a better day
When today is all we really own
Yeah, run it back
Where we're going, yeah, it's hard to know
It's hard to know
What you cultivate is bound to grow
Yeah, yeah, sing it for me
Always looking for a better day
Sing it out loud
When today is all we really ever own

Yeah, yeah
You sleep with caution tape on your nightstand
So you don't dream too big
And when I told you with sincerity
Everything I wanted, what I had planned
You called me naive
I understand you invested in a few things, didn't pay off
When it's mind over matter, but what matters is cost
The losses, take a toll like Chicago Skyway
You don't go there anymore, I call that a fail safe, tell em
You gave it everything that you had
You gave it everything that you had
You walked home with the world in your hands
And lined it with foam peanuts and pads and didn't look back, but
You're the most powerful woman I ever met
You give Cleopatra a run for her money
And I swear you would knock it out the park
If you just leaned into it and didn't turn away from it

Where we're going, yeah, it's hard to know
It's hard to know
What you cultivate is bound to grow
It's bound to grow, ain't it
Always looking for a better day
Always looking for a better day
When today is all we really own
Yeah, run it back
Where we're going, yeah, it's hard to know
It's hard to know
What you cultivate is bound to grow
Yeah, yeah, sing it for me
Always looking for a better day
Sing it out loud
When today is all we really ever own

Today is all we own, what we cultivate is bound to bloom
So what you planting in your garden, giving water to?
Cause when your thinking is Napoleon at Waterloo
Tomorrow you gone wake up like maybe I shouldn't fuck with Belgium
Maybe I should stay somewhere in the middle like Malcolm
Maybe I shouldn't try anything I don't already know I can do
At least then I'll never be disappointed
At least then I'll never embarrass myself
At least then I'll be half-happy
Like my smile when I leave the dentist's office
At least I'll have one less of my 99 problems
At least I'll make it to the finish line, no scuff on my shoes
A few glycogen gels in my fanny pack and still looking flawless
For me and you the only option is address our own greatness
And pay it it's due respect
We've always had it, always will, and the bar is high
The question is, what would you do for a Klondike?