Lyrics

(Starts humming a distorted synth loop, kinda Yeezy-esque)


Yo, check the mic, one two... uh...


West West, that's the brand, understand?
Travel light, private jet, just touching down on French land
Parisienne dreams, couture seams, ain't no competition
My whole aesthetic's a modern-day premonition


(Beat gets a little harder)


Dripping in that West West, head to toe, no stress
Globetrotting for the inspo, nothing less, no less
Bad bitches glisten, swag bitches listen
To the gospel of the fashion, a higher state of mission


(Beat mellows back out)


Only France, that's the plan, croissants and the fam
Architecting the future, ain't playing no damn game
West West my skin, feeling godly from within
This ain't just a brand, man, this is how the world begin... again.