Purpose (David Goggins) Lyrics

I came up with this thing called perform without purpose

And so many people, they need to have a 5K, a 10K

I need to have a course in front of me

I need to have something in front of me

For me to get my fucking ass up and do some shit

And that used to be me

And nowadays, you know, shit for past 20 something years

I don't need fucking purpose

And people miss out on this, man

The purpose, we're all looking for this golden purpose

Is it this, is it that, is it making money

Motherfucker, the purpose is you

It's been a while, and the distance is wild

I'm trying to let go, though

I ain't one to pop out, but might fuck around sell out a show bro

Said she'd never come back

And to pack my bags, yo, that's a low blow

Next thing I know, though, she coming back, man

Swear she was like a yo-yo

Mmm

No diddy

Ain't been this high in a minute

I'm litty

Word to my mom, I'm the king in my city

JM, like I'm hitting the griddy

No cap

Touchdown in Dublin, I hop on the track

Bro got my six, I got his back

No cap in my rap, and that is just that

I love when they laugh, the money speaks louder

Bro, plugged me in like I was the router

Don't play with your nose, don't mess with powder

I promise that it will make your parents prouder

Mmm

Wait, hold up, I'ma switch the flow just

To make sure that I blow up

I was down bad, but my bank had a glow up

Now they see me, and they asking for a photo

Photo, whoa, whoa, that's a no-no

I just teleported to the back Berimbolo

She want a ring on her finger

But I told that girl that my name ain't Frodo

Like the Lord of the Rings, I get paid just to sing

She ain't messing with no broke boy

She only messing with the king

It's been a while, and the distance is wild

I'm trying to let go though

I ain't one to pop out, but night fuck around sell out a show bro

Said she'd never come back

And to pack my bags, yo

That's a low blow

Next thing I know though

She coming back, man

Swear she was like a yo-yo

Mmm

No diddy

Ain't been this high in a minute

I'm litty

Word to my mom

I'm the king in my city

JM, like I'm hitting that griddy

Mmm

No cap, touchdown in Dublin

I hop on the track

Bro got my six

I got his back

No cap in my rap, and that is just that

I love when they laugh, the money speaks louder

Bro plugged me in like I was the router

Don't play with your nose, don't mess with powder

I promise that it will make your parents prouder

Mmm

Mmm

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Mom, I'm coming home

Put some money on the beat

Yo

Uh

Ay

Uh

Ay

Made her feel it in her backbone

Waking up the neighbors with that last moan, last groan

Nibble on my cheekbone

Her brain fire like a hormone

Long day at work, then she finally got home

And all she want to do is bone

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Put some money on the beat

Ay

Uh

Ay

Uh

Like, 17 was when I had to leave

Dropped out of school, ain't nobody fuck with me

Now I'm making money like that shit grow on the tree

I ain't take no L's unless it's coming with the V

She heard I got the sauce, so she had to come and see

Now we fucking to the (ooo)

Now we fucking to the beat

She gliding on my (ooo)

She sliding on my meat

Ay

Ay

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