Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll

Poker face steady eyes
Leave all bullshit on the other side
Came close to winning once
But i bit my tongue till the finish line you see

I'm a gangster with expensive taste
Drink my cognac with a pinky raised

Woah oh woah oh, just try me
Woah oh woah oh, just try me

The difference between you and i
I look damn good and i don't even try

Woah oh woah oh, just try me
Woah oh woah oh, just try me now

Hey!

Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Mind says no but my gut says yes
Sweating bullets like a nervous wreck
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Like my mama always said
Ain't worth winning if you can't win big

Time is now
Put up or shut up
Light this cabaret gold with make up
Fifty shades of damsels in this room
From nine past ten till the afternoon you see

I'm a gentleman not a saint
Cold blooded killer runs through my veins

Woah oh woah oh, just try me
Woah oh woah oh, just try me

I mean business in this suit and tie
Always bet on black till the day i die

Woah oh woah oh, just try me
Woah oh woah oh, just try me now

Hey!

Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Mind says no but my gut says yes
Sweating bullets like a nervous wreck
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Like my mama always said
Ain't worth winning if you can't win big

(Solo)

Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Mind says no but my gut says yes
Sweating bullets like a nervous wreck
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Like my mama always said
Ain't worth winning if you can't win big



Credits
Writer(s): Dacian Miron
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