NEW WORLD OLD MONEY

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
New world old money