Russian Coney Island The Voidz

Going to Wall Street, get your briefcase
Gonna take it, straight to the top
Low ceiling, I'm very tall

My mind is so your direction
Sit back divided on the floor oh oh
Like a magic wand in my reflection, yeah
Not trying to make it for the top

Like a door on a plane
When our hope falls dead
Like an old country boy
Got a plan
Like a child, I'm a boy
Am I in my Babylon?
And the strength till we go again
Now do the chorus thing

I didn't want it
But I don't forget about
And we said it all the time
To figure it out
I didn't think it
But I don't understand
I didn't ready
Shit on his plan
I didn't want it
But now I'm forever in debt
I didn't see it maybe
I'm not innocent
And now I'm crowded
In nothing but everything
And I shifted his gaze