作词 : Rasmus Hedegaard/Joseph Joel Salinas

作曲 : Rasmus Hedegaard

NEW WORLD OLD MONEY -Hedegaard/Era Wadi

Lyrics by：Rasmus Hedegaard/Joseph Joel Salinas

Composed by：Rasmus Hedegaard

Yo listen homie

Listen homie

Listen homie

Listen homie this the mission

Make sure we no longer up in the kitchen

On some fried bologna government cheese paper plates

White rice covered with beans tortilla on the side

Listen homie this the mission

Make sure the lights work when

We switch 'em why the water lukewarm

Now the wordsmith could book tour write hooks for

Abrams over Luke's score

Listen homie this the mission

From back back in the kitchen

Mom and Daddy penny pinchin'

Car need a new ignition

And brake pads in the back

Back by any means a motherf**ker get it

See me when you dream of glory and grandeur

Better get your answers before they can stop us

The glove greased nicely for the palm of your handler

Sleepin'in the moment and forget who big pap'is

Speak with candor but mind your manners

New world old money the dough got antlers

Too cold to stand around and answer

Don't grow no show too cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza too cold Costanza

Don't grow don't show too cold Costanza

Cold Costanza too cold Costanza

Too cold

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

Let me get lost in my headspace

Queens take the Kings to the boards yelling checkmate

Cloth is the best made

Cut from the cuff link offer the coffin

Rough if they cuff me

Let me get my head back pullin'out the weave

If they shootin'heads then protect the legacy

We ain't never sleep we been workin'here for weeks

Weeks turn months months to years I see the enemy

But amoungst your fear I see flight on a reflex

Red eye high in the sky where to chief next

Teach a pilot how to fly a yacht getting sea legs

'Round the world if you got the guap yelling seat check

Millions of people billions of dollars in wealth

Fell asleep at the wheel good thing the car drive itself

Spiteful cycles are bad for the commonwealth

Now we know how grandmama felt

Speak with candor but mind your manners

New world old money the dough got antlers

Too cold to stand around and answer

Don't grow no show too cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza too cold Costanza

Don't grow don't show too cold Costanza

Cold Costanza too cold Costanza

Too cold

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

New world old money

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