[Part I: Where Do We Go?]

[Intro: SZA]
Oh
Where do we go?

[Chorus: SZA]
Where do we go, from here, my dear?
Where do we go?
Where do we go, from here, my dear, my dear?
Where do we go, from here, my dear?
Where do we go?
Where do we go, from here, my dear, my dear?

[Verse 1: Manhattan & SZA]
(Oh) I ain't gonna speed up
I’ll stay and feed the meter
Complete sentences, that are squeezed in easier (Oh, ecstasy)
Freezer burned raps, for the class time capsule
Tell them little rascals, I'm a bad example
Who could have a child talking, like a wild orchid (My, my, my)
Easier to laugh, when it's hard for her to cry
Stars in her eyes, paused in a time (Dear)
Where I'm lord of the flies
Laws she abides
More similar to the chords in my rhymes
Every syllable, drowns out the noise in her mind (You)
She knows, I'll be gone by the time she awakes
It's worth every penny, for a night of good sleep
I’ll whisper you dreams, over Mike See's beats
How hanus do it get? That remains to be seen (Ah)
My godson posed to me, a question of conscience
"Where do emcees go after you body them?" (Where do we go?)
Try to understand, the recipe for an omelet
Love the smell of Napalm, early in the morning
Call me reckless or irresponsible (Oh, oh, oh, yeah)
Call me collect, and I'll respond to you
Call what you saw, fall far from the Nebula
Ex marks the spot, if you spell it in algebra (Yeah)
Tell 'em I came here and rallied up pastors
Tell 'em that I asked them to pray for the rappers
Love on the rocks, got bums on the block (Yeah)
Heartbroken over what can happen, when you on top
It's a quick drop down from the sky, believe me
Limbs never heal too evenly, really (An' I)
We are heartbroken, we saw the promise land (I'm broken)
Kicked off the trolley train, we ain't have a token (I'm broken)
White boy to fight for us, inside the trenches (I'm, oh)
Bomb went off, I don't blame the invention
Blame myself, Generals should prevent shit
Hence this is my entrance into redemption (It is, I, I)
Revenge is a dish, it's colder than Tebet is
Lemonade still a, popular beverage (Oh)
It ain't gonna stop, 'cause we ain't gonna stop
A lot of coins got tossed off the promenade (Yeah)
But this is my wish, and it didn’t come true
I'mma take 'em all back, even this one from you
The ones who sit by reading Catcher in the Rye
With glitter in their eyes, meet me on time (Where do we go?)
We’ll depart and fly, to where John Lennon died
Imagine will be, my last heroic action (Where do we go?)
[Pre-Chorus: Manhattan & SZA]
Where do we go from here this time?
Where do we go from here this time?
Where do we go from here this time? (From here)

[Chorus: SZA]
Where do we go, from here, my dear? (Where do we go from here?)
Where do we go?
Where do we go, from here, my dear, my dear? (Where do we go from here?)
Where do we go, from here, my dear? (Where do we go, from here?)
Where do we go?
Where do we go, from here, my dear, my dear? (Oh, oh)
(I don't know where we going)
Where do we go? Where do we go?
(I don’t know where we go from here)

[Part II: Faraway]

[Verse: Manhattan]
So what's our problem? (What?) Major malfunction (Whoa)
This orbit opens (Yes) for this discussion (Yeah)
So speak out freely (Yeah), like no one's watching (Right)
As if there's meaning (Huh?), inside your nonsense (Cool)
We’re irritated, and faced with a life so complacent
I need more, a detour
From this form of slave ship
I feel so concealed from, what life was to these pilgrims
Kiss this world goodbye is my term of endearment
You wanna hear something? Check this out
Got a transmission, from a Planet visitor
Told me Christal, taste like shit to her
Told me the money and fame we seek
Could never replace what is original
Things like what I said?
She said love and original sin
Things like progress and faith
Things that are right in front of your face
Things that happen when you pray
Things that guide your human race
Things you see from far away
Asked her come, asked her to stay
We could react and adapt to the change
We could use the other half of our brains
Move this crowed from beyond the stage
Let's paint this town, sushi salmon, graffiti, in bad grammar
The concrete is our canvas, our vanity is glamorous
We can't win, without you
We need you to tell us
Is this it? Heavens in our backyards
And all our friendships are not our spare parts
There are no victims, there are no spared hearts
Fate can be random, there are no tarot cards
There's only far away, right here in New York