歌词
作词 : Noah Smith/Benjamin Saint Fort/Alexis-Giovani Lacerna/Jasper Levering
作曲 : Noah Smith/Benjamin Saint Fort/Alexis-Giovani Lacerna/Jasper Levering
This is where opportunity meets chance
Where purpose meets a plan
This is a new life
A new possibility, a new day
(Give you purpose, give you purpose)
I give you purpose
I give you purpose, I give you purpose
Do it with purpose, do it with purpose, ooh
(Purpose, I-I-I-) I'm back in the city again (Hey)
You in a glass box (Hey, yeah)
Yeah, I wanna see you again (H-hey, hey)
You became oxygen
It's me you breathing in
You hate what you makin'
If you put your side to the pride, lil' bitch, ain't never gon' say that
Yeah, we move like the mafia
Dinner tables, conversations about it
We already seen all the shit that he doin', we don't gotta say nothin' about it
We don't gotta say nothin' about it
We don't gotta say nothin' about it
Free, baby, I'm free, yeah
Free, baby, I'm free, yeah
Bad bitches all that I see around me
I make too much money to sleep, I'm drownin', oh
Drownin' in success
Yeah, I got a bad lil' bitch, she look fine in that dress
Yeah, I cut the roof off of the Maybach, what's next?
I already knew that I paved the way, but now I guess I pave checks
Yeah, I guess I paid the lease
I guess I got this bitch hooked up, I got this bitch on a leash (Hmm, shh)
We don't do police
Bitch, you look like a easy target, we gon' call you fleece market
At Dover Street, the market
I pull up, I don't park it
You like to talk online, but when you in person, you like, "You started it"
With the game, I done departed
Bitch, you in every store, lil' bitch, you call, I ask the department
You wanna know why I made this money? Lil' bitch, I worked the hardest
Yeah, all your money all paper thin, lil' bitch, we call you parchment
Why you moving slow? This not a game, lil' bitch, go start it
You don't make the music they all want, give a **** 'bout charting
Yeah, **** the bundles, **** the money, we go retarded (****)
I'll show you purpose, show you purpose, that's how we started
I'm back in the city again (Hey)
You in a glass box (Hey, yeah)
Yeah, I wanna see you again (H-hey, hey)
You became oxygen
It's me you breathing in
You hate what you makin'
If you put your side to the pride, lil' bitch, ain't never gon' say that
Yeah, we move like the mafia
Dinner tables, conversations about it
We already seen all the shit that he doin', we don't gotta say nothin' about it
We don't gotta say nothin' about it
We don't gotta say nothin' about it