Dinner In Shinjuku Lyrics

Big money and crooked motives

Gold complexion shorty, let me go bust it open

My ashtray filled with Cali and Cohiba roaches

How much fly shit I gotta kick up to maintain your focus

This Louis Slugger put you in a coma

My hands bloody but my burning Saint induct me to the Cosa Nostra

Searching to find yourselves and who you are

Round and round we go

People come and people go

Love makes the world go round

Somebody said

The game we play is lost and found

When I was younger I struggled to find my own footing

My first paycheck I spent them on some Patrick Ewings

That's quite material maybe of course

Ain't never had shit so it falls in a typical sorts

Went down to Fisherman's Wharf

I feel like a tourist in my own city bruh

Still a city baby I'm still feeling the fucking love

I'm just saying like it's fish out of water

Maybe I'm onto all the reasons that they call me piranha

Commas is all that you want huh

Is it deeper than that

Through your speakers do come off as deeper than rap

That's rhetorical and in this life I see fuckers just bound to lose

You get blinded and let the dollar fuck you like a prostitute

Cause I would never sell my soul for some white slavers

I need paper but won't put my neck up on the razor

So you can find your own symbols of success in exchange

I find my own source of fucking happiness

Round and round we go

Oh people come and people go

Love makes the world go round

Somebody said

The game we play is lost and found