| [Verse 1: J. Han] | |
| Was it all for the glamour and the glory? | |
| Was it because you hated the laboratory? | |
| Loathing the ordinary, cookie-cutter, kinda boring | |
| Life at the office mining data into categories | |
| Did you travel on the wide path | |
| Wanting the minimal battle without the sidetracks | |
| Little work, big money in a flash | |
| Get it fast, flying high (it’s a fly trap) | |
| Field of vision looking narrow down the monkey barrel | |
| Compared to all these little sparrows, I’m a pharaoh, boi | |
| Wow, I’m so full of myself | |
| I’m fooling myself by setting jewels under my shell | |
| Imitation pearls all for the mademoiselle | |
| It won’t work, I’m an overzealous gazelle | |
| Tryna stand up to the lions at the ring of the bell | |
| Oh well! “dinner time” say your final farewell | |
| [Hook] | |
| I don’t think you’ve counted properly | |
| The cost of living life this way [yea] | |
| You’re lost in the glamour and the lights | |
| Have we all miscalculated? | |
| Maybe I’ve miscalculated, [yea] | |
| [Verse 2: J. Han] | |
| Had a vision so strong I could flex on ‘em | |
| That would last for generations, no bell bottoms | |
| Building up my own empire [voila] | |
| Without considering the haywire, squalor | |
| Ooh just wanting big boy bucks | |
| Tryna be a giant, riding with a big boy truck | |
| Fee-fi-fo-fum coming for your city | |
| Man I’m feelin’ so fly, (oh my) so pretty | |
| But tell me now, but tell me now | |
| What’s the point of having power if it’s only for yourself | |
| (oh no) but tell me now, tell me now | |
| What’s the point of having clout if it’s only for your wealth | |
| (oh no) don’t forget about the greater mission | |
| Good fruit for the world, looking out for your nutrition | |
| Too many times I‘m caught up in a rut | |
| Hands busy on the plow when they should be pointed up (trust Him)! | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Where do I go from here, where do I go from here [tell me] x3 | |
| Lord, here I am please send me! | |
| I’ll follow forever and ever [yea yea] |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| Was it all for the glamour and the glory? | |
| Was it because you hated the laboratory? | |
| Loathing the ordinary, cookiecutter, kinda boring | |
| Life at the office mining data into categories | |
| Did you travel on the wide path | |
| Wanting the minimal battle without the sidetracks | |
| Little work, big money in a flash | |
| Get it fast, flying high it' s a fly trap | |
| Field of vision looking narrow down the monkey barrel | |
| Compared to all these little sparrows, I' m a pharaoh, boi | |
| Wow, I' m so full of myself | |
| I' m fooling myself by setting jewels under my shell | |
| Imitation pearls all for the mademoiselle | |
| It won' t work, I' m an overzealous gazelle | |
| Tryna stand up to the lions at the ring of the bell | |
| Oh well! " dinner time" say your final farewell | |
| Hook | |
| I don' t think you' ve counted properly | |
| The cost of living life this way yea | |
| You' re lost in the glamour and the lights | |
| Have we all miscalculated? | |
| Maybe I' ve miscalculated, yea | |
| Verse 2: J. Han | |
| Had a vision so strong I could flex on ' em | |
| That would last for generations, no bell bottoms | |
| Building up my own empire voila | |
| Without considering the haywire, squalor | |
| Ooh just wanting big boy bucks | |
| Tryna be a giant, riding with a big boy truck | |
| Feefifofum coming for your city | |
| Man I' m feelin' so fly, oh my so pretty | |
| But tell me now, but tell me now | |
| What' s the point of having power if it' s only for yourself | |
| oh no but tell me now, tell me now | |
| What' s the point of having clout if it' s only for your wealth | |
| oh no don' t forget about the greater mission | |
| Good fruit for the world, looking out for your nutrition | |
| Too many times I' m caught up in a rut | |
| Hands busy on the plow when they should be pointed up trust Him! | |
| Bridge | |
| Where do I go from here, where do I go from here tell me x3 | |
| Lord, here I am please send me! | |
| I' ll follow forever and ever yea yea |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| Was it all for the glamour and the glory? | |
| Was it because you hated the laboratory? | |
| Loathing the ordinary, cookiecutter, kinda boring | |
| Life at the office mining data into categories | |
| Did you travel on the wide path | |
| Wanting the minimal battle without the sidetracks | |
| Little work, big money in a flash | |
| Get it fast, flying high it' s a fly trap | |
| Field of vision looking narrow down the monkey barrel | |
| Compared to all these little sparrows, I' m a pharaoh, boi | |
| Wow, I' m so full of myself | |
| I' m fooling myself by setting jewels under my shell | |
| Imitation pearls all for the mademoiselle | |
| It won' t work, I' m an overzealous gazelle | |
| Tryna stand up to the lions at the ring of the bell | |
| Oh well! " dinner time" say your final farewell | |
| Hook | |
| I don' t think you' ve counted properly | |
| The cost of living life this way yea | |
| You' re lost in the glamour and the lights | |
| Have we all miscalculated? | |
| Maybe I' ve miscalculated, yea | |
| Verse 2: J. Han | |
| Had a vision so strong I could flex on ' em | |
| That would last for generations, no bell bottoms | |
| Building up my own empire voila | |
| Without considering the haywire, squalor | |
| Ooh just wanting big boy bucks | |
| Tryna be a giant, riding with a big boy truck | |
| Feefifofum coming for your city | |
| Man I' m feelin' so fly, oh my so pretty | |
| But tell me now, but tell me now | |
| What' s the point of having power if it' s only for yourself | |
| oh no but tell me now, tell me now | |
| What' s the point of having clout if it' s only for your wealth | |
| oh no don' t forget about the greater mission | |
| Good fruit for the world, looking out for your nutrition | |
| Too many times I' m caught up in a rut | |
| Hands busy on the plow when they should be pointed up trust Him! | |
| Bridge | |
| Where do I go from here, where do I go from here tell me x3 | |
| Lord, here I am please send me! | |
| I' ll follow forever and ever yea yea |