Going down where you at
I been locked up in the room speakin facts
Counting green with the fam
Split it with em then I give it to the man
2017 went through a lot
9 years just to end in the parking lot
Guess that's how it goes
Gone in a flash
Call the paparazzi
Demons in my flask
Thank god for my posse
Don't know if I would've made it out alive
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
Back, find me in the back
Cuttin up on final cut to make a couple racks
Go straight to my PayPal
To my PayPal
Wait a couple days
Now i'm staring at the numbers
Parents fighting
I can hear 'em from my room uninvited
Hopin it'll pass
I know they been stressed
Thinking bout the ways that I can clean up all the mess
Wait a minute tell me where we heading
Hope it aint divorce in the court where they sentence
Tired from the 9-5
So I get up and ride
So they can hit retire
Hoping that'll just fix it
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
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Chris Punsalan - Gatsby Lyrics
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Going down where you at
I been locked up in the room speakin facts
Counting green with the fam
Split it with em then I give it to the man
2017 went through a lot
9 years just to end in the parking lot
Guess that's how it goes
Gone in a flash
Call the paparazzi
Demons in my flask
Thank god for my posse
Don't know if I would've made it out alive
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
Back, find me in the back
Cuttin up on final cut to make a couple racks
Go straight to my PayPal
To my PayPal
Wait a couple days
Now i'm staring at the numbers
Parents fighting
I can hear 'em from my room uninvited
Hopin it'll pass
I know they been stressed
Thinking bout the ways that I can clean up all the mess
Wait a minute tell me where we heading
Hope it aint divorce in the court where they sentence
Tired from the 9-5
So I get up and ride
So they can hit retire
Hoping that'll just fix it
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
I been locked up in the room speakin facts
Counting green with the fam
Split it with em then I give it to the man
2017 went through a lot
9 years just to end in the parking lot
Guess that's how it goes
Gone in a flash
Call the paparazzi
Demons in my flask
Thank god for my posse
Don't know if I would've made it out alive
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
Back, find me in the back
Cuttin up on final cut to make a couple racks
Go straight to my PayPal
To my PayPal
Wait a couple days
Now i'm staring at the numbers
Parents fighting
I can hear 'em from my room uninvited
Hopin it'll pass
I know they been stressed
Thinking bout the ways that I can clean up all the mess
Wait a minute tell me where we heading
Hope it aint divorce in the court where they sentence
Tired from the 9-5
So I get up and ride
So they can hit retire
Hoping that'll just fix it
Taking this pain and then I turn it to cash
I do it all for my folks i want em covered in gold
So they can stay together
Breaking all the rules
Tryna be the gatsby
Did it all for you
I hope that you're happy
For the dream I live it up
Filming all the scenes
Gettin paper cuts
From counting all this money and gold
Nothings how it seems
Putting up a front
Cause when i'm behind the scenes
I been down
Money doesn't help
Writer: Chris Punsalan
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