Imagine Songtext
von Doja Cat
Imagine Songtext
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
You couldn′t be more wrong
We show up and show out
500 racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (diamond)
Shine on me
This is my final form
Tell 'em all, "Child, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (slander)
Buy all these (yuh)
Dynamite (gimme that)
Dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
All this work (this work)
Paid off (off)
When they had no
Faith at all (faith at all)
One min′ livin' bummy
Then go pray to God (pray to God)
F- around and go completely unrelatable
Like imagine, imagine
Thick as f- but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on an island
Got imagination ′cause I′m childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
You couldn′t be more wrong
We show up and show out
500 racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (diamond)
Shine on me
This is my final form
Tell 'em all, "Child, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (slander)
Buy all these (yuh)
Dynamite (gimme that)
Dine on me
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
All this work (this work)
Paid off (off)
When they had no
Faith at all (faith at all)
One min′ livin' bummy
Then go pray to God (pray to God)
F- around and go completely unrelatable
Like imagine, imagine
Thick as f- but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on an island
Got imagination ′cause I′m childish
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in a new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Writer(s): Amala Zandile Dlamini, Dave Tourtellotte, Gerard A. Powell Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com