1930s dream šš„
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**Verse 1:** Yeah, Iām livinā in the present, but Iām yearninā for the past, With the jazz in the air, and the shadows that cast, I'm dreamin' 'bout the speakeasies, where the whiskey flows free, And the city's all hush, 'cause they know it's the spree. Hustlin' in the alley, with a fedora tipped low, Fedoras, pinstripes, and the way that we roll, I'm a dapper young fellow, got a snazzy disguise, With a taste for the danger and a glint in my eyes. **Chorus (Jazz Hook):** Swingin' to the rhythm of a bygone day, With a smooth sax solo and a piano sway, Wanna be a gangster from the 1930s scene, Where the jazz played loud and the moonlight gleamed **Verse 2:** Got a pocket watch tickin', and a glimmer on my chain, Every move calculated, like a boss with no pain, The mobsters and the molls, in a world of their own, Iām just a player in the shadows, in a slick, tailored tone. Tommy Shelby vibes, with a Birmingham strut, Like Al Capone's empire, where the gameās in a rut, Got a sidecar for the hustle, and a loaded dice, I'm a Peaky Blinder dreamer with the flair and the spice. **Chorus (Jazz Hook):** x2 Swingin' to the rhythm of a bygone day, With a smooth sax solo and a piano sway, Wanna be a gangster from the 1930s scene, Where the jazz played loud and the moonlight gleamed. **Bridge:** Now Iām walkin' these streets, but my heart's in the past, With the dames and the glitz, and the memories that last, In a world of prohibition and the old-fashioned schemes, Iām a modern-day dreamer with a jazz-filled dream. **Verse 3:** Like a Don with the charm, and a smile that's ice cold, Got the swagger of a kingpin with a story to be told, Gatsby's mansion glimmer, and the charm of the night, Livin' large in the past with a future so bright. From the streets of Chicago to the London fog mist, I'm the heir to the legend that the old-school kissed, Spinnin' tales like Bugsy, with a glint in my eye, In a world of timeless glamour where the echoes never die. **Outro:** Yeah, Iām livinā in the now, but my mindās far away, In the jazz and the smoke of that glamorous sway, One foot in the present, but my soulās in the past, Wanna be that 1930s gangster, where the good times last.
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**Verse 1:** Yeah, Iām livinā in the present, but Iām yearninā for the past, With the jazz in the air, and the shadows that cast, I'm dreamin' 'bout the speakeasies, where the whiskey flows free, And the city's all hush, 'cause they know it's the spree. Hustlin' in the alley, with a fedora tipped low, Fedoras, pinstripes, and the way that we roll, I'm a dapper young fellow, got a snazzy disguise, With a taste for the danger and a glint in my eyes. **Chorus (Jazz Hook):** Swingin' to the rhythm of a bygone day, With a smooth sax solo and a piano sway, Wanna be a gangster from the 1930s scene, Where the jazz played loud and the moonlight gleamed **Verse 2:** Got a pocket watch tickin', and a glimmer on my chain, Every move calculated, like a boss with no pain, The mobsters and the molls, in a world of their own, Iām just a player in the shadows, in a slick, tailored tone. Tommy Shelby vibes, with a Birmingham strut, Like Al Capone's empire, where the gameās in a rut, Got a sidecar for the hustle, and a loaded dice, I'm a Peaky Blinder dreamer with the flair and the spice. **Chorus (Jazz Hook):** x2 Swingin' to the rhythm of a bygone day, With a smooth sax solo and a piano sway, Wanna be a gangster from the 1930s scene, Where the jazz played loud and the moonlight gleamed. **Bridge:** Now Iām walkin' these streets, but my heart's in the past, With the dames and the glitz, and the memories that last, In a world of prohibition and the old-fashioned schemes, Iām a modern-day dreamer with a jazz-filled dream. **Verse 3:** Like a Don with the charm, and a smile that's ice cold, Got the swagger of a kingpin with a story to be told, Gatsby's mansion glimmer, and the charm of the night, Livin' large in the past with a future so bright. From the streets of Chicago to the London fog mist, I'm the heir to the legend that the old-school kissed, Spinnin' tales like Bugsy, with a glint in my eye, In a world of timeless glamour where the echoes never die. **Outro:** Yeah, Iām livinā in the now, but my mindās far away, In the jazz and the smoke of that glamorous sway, One foot in the present, but my soulās in the past, Wanna be that 1930s gangster, where the good times last.
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