8bitj - 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 f*cking 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 f*ckers just bound to lose
You get blinded and let the dollar f*ck 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 f*cking 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