Diamonds, and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lamborghinis, caviar. Dry martini, Shangi-La. . I've got a burnin' feelin'. Deep inside of me. It's yearnin'.
Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps. The fatal invisible tool, by which we define. We fight for our approval. And fear our removal from the safety of fools.
(Verse: Sebastian Mikael). girl im here for you. You're under my protection. Just keep goin' for it. And I keep holdin' you down. Know I got a rock on a crown.
(Young, Young, Scott). . Diamonds and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lambourginis, caviar. Dry martinis, Shangri-la. I got a burning feeling. Deep inside of me.