Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Purpose] Five AM in Toronto [Ad-libs: Purpose] Uh [Verse: Purpose] Blowin' chronic clouds onstage at the Opera House These are the kind o' moments you write songs about Cause light on deck to wash it down That kid from Oz gets busy, guess word got around Prior, they couldn't see what I had at all But I've been doubted far back as I can recall I'm a kid from CB High out in Niagara Falls Off rap, fuck this like suck my massive balls (Haha) Wherever in the world, just realise it's all art My inside's like midnight, it's all dark Just tryna make some chips, buy a sports car And throw some Ds on that bitch like my year nine report card So I'ma catch the twelve then the go-train to union (Uh) And watch the Bluеjays home game, salutin' Then tomorrow, I'ma spеnd the whole day, just snoozin' Wake up late and spend my whole pay at Hooters (Hahaha) Meanwhile, uno's at home, cryin' on Facebook With my nuts stuck in 'is head like a Drake hook You cryin' on the in'ernet? That's a lame look (Man!) You can't come with dad on this ride, stay put They say, "You gonna respond and show 'em how vengeance look?" I just laugh, his tears say more than I ever could Just had to get a few things straight 'Cause, man, what I realised; he's just an ad for my new mixtape (Hahaha) City, Part Four, me no hardcore Not soft either, I'm a lot deeper than what they last thought Learnt the artform in cyphers under the carport These dumbarses need to go lighter on the smart talk Golden grill, five AM in Toronto I'm a worker, but I move at the mind state of a boss though Lost in the midst o' the skyscrapers and [?] Tryna sweeten the deal like a flight straight into Stockholm Australia's most wanted, makin' the most of it I push the envelope and put faith in my own product The end result is a foundation that's so solid When the next one drop, even who hate me'll go cop it But they say if I know solace, my statement is, "No comment" What they say's impossible, I say that it's no problem Pray for the most and my statement is so modest For I begged for a dollar I dipped straight in my own pocket This game is a soap opera, (What?!) but I'm so sick I just pray that I don't vomit onstage at my own concert I can here to cult conquer It's either this or another day in the cold office, renovatin' my own coffin I'm ragin', I go off in a rage and it's so common In real life, I'm laid back, onstage, I'm a showstopper Pickin' my jacket off the floor, back, shakin' the smoke off it Feelin' unkillable 'cause every day, I just grow stronger So salute to the fans on some real shit Ya'll know how to make a broke man feel rich The day-oners who still click the film clips In the next five years, we're gonna experience some ill shit Nobody waved me in In a time and age where people pay for spins, I just made it in Got a shot to do big like faith in Kim, no major thing Odds paper thin, but, boy, I came to win [Part II] [Ad-libs: Purpose] Yo! [Intro] I was actually introduced to a [?] that I've never witnessed beforehand Who is that? My man Purpose who- actually I witnessed years ago But I didn't remember that it was the same Purpose, Right? and he reminded me on Friday night So, you know? Purpose of Australia, he killin' it [Verse: Purpose] I'm on the court while they sleep though, brother we so live, first of all, I never miss from the free throw line (Nah!) Just don't ask me why we so high when I carry bigger bags than Tommy Lee Jones' eyes I mean, what a given, a slither of inner-city bliss mixed in with a little bit o' ignorance All humans, includin' me, are hypocrites, build a bridge and get over it, bruh, who give a shit? Adelaide all in my rhymes, (Woo!) keep up, your boy's fallin' behind To think you'd never actually thought I would fly, I saw it all in your eyes, you were caught by surprise It feels good, knowin' I haven't wasted all o' my time, that's why I walk around now like, "How important am I?" Sike, not very, but I ain't Tom Petty, (Huh?) trust me when I say, bruh, the world's not ready, no I rocksteady and I do the damn thing, tryna keep up wimme, you gon' do a hamstring I'ma start callin' you dudes Chris Isaak 'cause your baby did a bad, bad thing Bet that sting, but let's move on, you did your best, young man, let's not get you wrong Shit, you just been sittin' on the bench too long, now you a candle in the wind, word to Elton John Pressin' on, P's out in T-dot, etching closer to my dream job came along I've come a long way from me and Motive cypherin' to a beatbox at Blackwood High, blowin' reefa through the treetops Victory so sweet it'd make your teeth rot, I'm Lee Harvey in the party, tryna get a clean shot Meanwhile you laid up with your girl, tryna find the sweet spot, she said she cummin', but never cummin', like "Detox" So five AM turn to nine AM, in a cab home to [?], go high again [?] said they hittin' wonderland, should ride with them, I said, hell yeah, fuck it, I got time to spend Next day, roll one, rode Leviathan eight times, hands high in the sky again Freakin' the fuck out in the photos from the ride again, need this laugh, I'm 'bout to battle last night again I'll be lost as vaporise a pen, on the Behemoth, we was wildin' then But, yeah, you know me, in every city, I gotta find my zen, no tellin' how some o' these nights could end In the spa early, just elevatin' my mind again before I gotta hop back on that flight again I did a lotta shit that they advise against, but life's good and I live mine on ten, from Toronto with love [Outro: Purpose] If the City Had a Voice, Part Four, out October twen'y-fourth Purpose verse Uno Lavoz droppin' November fourth King o' the Dot Aha, if-the-city-had-a-voice-dot-com