Tycoon Lyrics

Come on, let's get the front gate back on now

Rise when the shadows swim, keep them all back there

So lift up your heart, slide real soon

See what's in your life, for real time

Ain't no handle on my stack, backdoor catcher

Ghost in the alleyway, roadmaster

Sneakin' like a cat, flat black hat

Back-a-lickin' snacks like All the means, no slack

Back Door Bob, no front entrance

Movin' in your car, got that real pension

Never seen, never caught, slick like silk

Hummin' out the blues, spillin' no milk

Metal creaks and squeaks, stuffed mooncakes

Tip-toe through the kitchen, shadows where I hate

Silent like a whisper, wind through the trees

Back Door Bob, got the world on its knees

Innocent grim masters, escape possessed

Lot of flesh to pay like nevertheless

Legion in the suburbs, the rear of the E

Backdoor believer, where I cheat

Back Door Bob, no front entrance

Movin' in your car, got that real pension

Never seen, never caught, slick like silk

Hummin' out the blues, spillin' no milk