クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramir Ja'kai Parker
Songwriter
Alec King
Songwriter
Yogic Beats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yogic Beats
Producer
歌詞
I showed up to a party
I thought I would be lit now
I hate sipping Bacardi
I thought I would be fixed now
I wake feeling worthless
I thought I would be rich now
I'm still finding my purpose
I'm still finding my purpose
Where the hell is my?
I can't crumble under pressure yeah
Momma told me imma bless her yeah
Told my homies it get better yeah
Told my shawty, ill be better yeah
I can get in my bag alone
I can catch a vibe back at home
Now I'm putting my baggage on
Someone I don't like
I showed up to a party
I thought I would be lit now
I hate sipping Bacardi
I thought I would be fixed now
I wake feeling worthless
I thought I would be rich now
I'm still finding my purpose
I'm still finding my purpose
Where the hell is my?
Spending hours getting ready
Just to end up getting drunk & sweaty
I don't even like the music here
Speeding home like Andretti
Empty cup, and a plain white tee
These people don't see the best in me
Stock going up like S&P
Gee
I gotta address my needs
I know wasting all of my time
that should be a crime
What if I drive slow?
I can feel like I'm fine
No, I'm not fine
All I know is I can get in my bag alone
I can catch a vibe back at home
Tired of putting my passion on
Something I don't like
I showed up to a party
I thought I would be lit now
I hate sipping Bacardi
I thought I would be fixed now
I wake feeling worthless
I thought I would be rich now
I'm still finding my purpose
I'm still finding my purpose
Where the hell is my?
I showed up to a party
I thought I would be lit now
I hate sipping Bacardi
I thought I would be fixed now
I wake feeling worthless
I thought I would be rich now
I'm still finding my purpose
I'm still finding my purpose
Where the hell is my?
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Written by: Alec King, Ramir Ja'kai Parker, Yogic Beats