Description
Producer: Luca Eck
Composer: Naomi Jon
Composer: Felicia Lu Kürbiß
Composer: Luca Eck
Lyricist: Naomi Jon
Lyricist: Felicia Lu Kürbiß
Lyrics and translation
Original
P-A-R-A-G-O-N. P-A-R-A-G-O-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O-N. N-A-R-A-G-O-N.
I'm a paragon bitch better get it right.
I got bold in my blood and my pussy's tight. Never compete, I redefine. Think you're over it, but you still subscribe.
Bring what you want, I'm serving. Get the bills, I'm working.
Smile so bright, ew, don't look parent. Looking for a fight? I'll come with a girl. P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
Got more of where this came from. Let's hit the club, let's get dumb.
Go faster, I'll get it done. Boss? Never heard of her. House? I'm the furniture. Filth?
I'm -filthier. -Excuse me as we walk on by.
Mom? A mother. Dumb? Your father. Drink? Uh, swalla-la-la.
-Excuse me as we walk on by. -P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother. P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother. Tell 'em bye, make it tight.
Feel the body, feels so right. Blah, blah, blah, hear your blah, blah, blah.
I'd rather see you dance like ra-ta-ta-ta. Giddy up, giddy up, let's ride that horse.
CEO, I'm the boss. I'm the paragon, huh, top tier venom.
Take all hearts just to break 'em.
You look in the mirror and all you can see, a mere reflection of what you could be.
Your time is now to the beat of loud.
Boss? Never heard of her. House? I'm the furniture. Filth? I'm filthier.
-Excuse me as we walk on by. -Mom? A mother. Dumb? Your father. Drink?
-Uh, swalla-la-la. -Excuse me as we walk on by.
P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother.
P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
-N-N-N-N. -Paragon.
P-A. Bitch.
English translation
P-A-R-A-G-O-N. P-A-R-A-G-O-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O-N. N-A-R-A-G-O-N.
I'm a paragon bitch better get it right.
I got bold in my blood and my pussy's tight. Never compete, I redefine. Think you're over it, but you still subscribe.
Bring what you want, I'm serving. Get the bills, I'm working.
Smile so bright, ew, don't look parent. Looking for a fight? I'll come with a girl. P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
Got more of where this came from. Let's hit the club, let's get dumb.
Go faster, I'll get it done. Boss? Never heard of her. House? I'm the furniture. Filth?
I'm -filthier. -Excuse me as we walk on by.
Mom? A mother. Dumb? Your father. Drink? Uh, swalla-la-la.
-Excuse me as we walk on by. -P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother. P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother. Tell 'em bye, make it tight.
Feel the body, feels so right. Blah, blah, blah, hear your blah, blah, blah.
I'd rather see you dance like ra-ta-ta-ta. Giddy up, giddy up, let's ride that horse.
CEO, I'm the boss. I'm the paragon, huh, top tier venom.
Take all hearts just to break 'em.
You look in the mirror and all you can see, a mere reflection of what you could be.
Your time is now to the beat of loud.
Boss? Never heard of her. House? I'm the furniture. Filth? I'm filthier.
-Excuse me as we walk on by. -Mom? A mother. Dumb? Your father. Drink?
-Uh, swalla-la-la. -Excuse me as we walk on by.
P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
N-N-N-N. P-P-A-R-A-G-O. A mother.
P-A-R-A-G-O-N.
-N-N-N-N. -Paragon.
P-A. Bitch.