Underground Ballroom

Tell me what you miss In this old life This old life This old life Tell me what you’re missing I could make it yours Know got it all I would let you take out of mine Tell me what you live for Die for Tell me what would make you Hold that nine Tell me what would make you Hold that knife and make things right Make things right Make things right I don’t care bout your opinion Only care about the answers You think it’s dark know this shit gets darker I been making money You been throwing it at dancers Every time I call this girl phone Know she answers. London’s so cold I’m in my old rick parka Feeling like Nic Cage Snake skin Wild Heart Yes I am a rapper but I’m really bout fine art I was off that drop moving slow like it’s dial up A whole lot of white suede and short fuses Drug users and beautiful muses Getting bread cus I make the best music Cus I get money and really I know how to use it I been on the road I been out of town I been doing my work I ain’t letting you down But I ain’t graduated No cap or gown But these man did And they cap so loud Know I really go in But I go all out I was In Japan With the pack so loud Every venue I do Be sold out Can’t stand me ‘Cus I scream so loud A whole lot of white suede and short fuses Drug users and beautiful muses Getting bread cus I make the best music Cus I get money and really I know how to use it