Amy
My occidental viewpoint Left me outcasted Like an thief on the run With no guns No girl No smoke swirls Only alcoholic hurls Pure spirits drinking till I’ve hit my limits Nothing to live for Nothing to die for Till I met her My Amy An angel from above Gave me love Attention kindness and good stuff Taught me how to make a penny On the exchange Hong Kong style It’s all the rage Make a quick buck With trading Start and stop Big money No ones goin to call The cops No drugs no guns no bitchin Just rich forex traders dreaming about spending Take part in the system Till you realise it’s true livin No work no job no low-key Nothing undercover hi No dodging the po leece That’s my Amy She’s my baby From Shanghai to my city That’s London Town Gangster living Pot billing Weed smoking Forex exchanging Her eyes black like a Chinese village girl in distress calll the emperor call mao call the other one Chinese citizen getting inculcated into the life of London diamonds and guns Fast cars fast chains Money raining On my babies face I’m dictating Communism We all do it right Socialism cos it’s sex night London to Shanghai We can stop in Hong Kong Hot pots and fried rice Then she has to feel my bong Food and drugs Cultural intoxication Now I know I’ve found the right person That’s my Amy Chinese From Shanghai I’m in London She’s making me fried rice She’s fly I’m setting up the bong That’s right She making money in forex All night I’m playing mortal Kombat Till I beat shao Khan that’s right My Amy My Chinese baby From the sticks in China She likes to hold my revolver In England now she’s Trading currency Till she get money for me She’s my number one baby For Amy She taste like a walk in the park A snort of cocaine in the dark Nights of hell She makes all Things well Who can tell How much money she’ll make For you from currency exchange 12 gauge to your brain She’s a model By day Trader by night Sexy as hell An angelic sight Slender body good height When I fight at night Shes on my side cheering right By the headlights of the lambo when I punch a torso she’s screaming for me to kill him so I do so In My corner is my Amy Whether I win or draw she’s with me Scars on my belly from knife wounds She makes live to me cum rounds Spitting rounds in my lover In the moonlight She can take it she says and she damn right My Amy Warclass baby We Met in the light But I make my money in the shady A woman and a lady In one Skin like the moon Eyes like the sun
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My occidental viewpoint Left me outcasted Like an thief on the run With no guns No girl No smoke swirls Only alcoholic hurls Pure spirits drinking till I’ve hit my limits Nothing to live for Nothing to die for Till I met her My Amy An angel from above Gave me love Attention kindness and good stuff Taught me how to make a penny On the exchange Hong Kong style It’s all the rage Make a quick buck With trading Start and stop Big money No ones goin to call The cops No drugs no guns no bitchin Just rich forex traders dreaming about spending Take part in the system Till you realise it’s true livin No work no job no low-key Nothing undercover hi No dodging the po leece That’s my Amy She’s my baby From Shanghai to my city That’s London Town Gangster living Pot billing Weed smoking Forex exchanging Her eyes black like a Chinese village girl in distress calll the emperor call mao call the other one Chinese citizen getting inculcated into the life of London diamonds and guns Fast cars fast chains Money raining On my babies face I’m dictating Communism We all do it right Socialism cos it’s sex night London to Shanghai We can stop in Hong Kong Hot pots and fried rice Then she has to feel my bong Food and drugs Cultural intoxication Now I know I’ve found the right person That’s my Amy Chinese From Shanghai I’m in London She’s making me fried rice She’s fly I’m setting up the bong That’s right She making money in forex All night I’m playing mortal Kombat Till I beat shao Khan that’s right My Amy My Chinese baby From the sticks in China She likes to hold my revolver In England now she’s Trading currency Till she get money for me She’s my number one baby For Amy She taste like a walk in the park A snort of cocaine in the dark Nights of hell She makes all Things well Who can tell How much money she’ll make For you from currency exchange 12 gauge to your brain She’s a model By day Trader by night Sexy as hell An angelic sight Slender body good height When I fight at night Shes on my side cheering right By the headlights of the lambo when I punch a torso she’s screaming for me to kill him so I do so In My corner is my Amy Whether I win or draw she’s with me Scars on my belly from knife wounds She makes live to me cum rounds Spitting rounds in my lover In the moonlight She can take it she says and she damn right My Amy Warclass baby We Met in the light But I make my money in the shady A woman and a lady In one Skin like the moon Eyes like the sun