The Great Gatsby

My house doesn't have a dining table
The floor is where we eat
My brother's bed is barely stable
It can't fit his feet
My suit's got no fancy label
It smells like defeat

But someday
Tom Ford's gonna be stitching my suits
I'll be all over the news
My bed's gonna have a memory foam
I'll buy my mother a brand new home

I'm gonna be fancy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be fancy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be fancy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be fancy
Like the Great Gatsby

My girl is gonna leave me soon
Cause I'm too poor for her
She's born with a silver spoon
Her reality's a blurr
Her mom is a total goon
She calls me amateur

But someday
Wembley's gonna be playing my shows
And I'll be called one of the pros
She's gonna be with Tom Buchanan
Watchin me closely as I am jamming

I'll come back classy
Like the great Gatsby
I'm gonna be fancy
Like the great gastsby

No I'm not giving up
Mark my words and pin this up
No I'm not giving up
Mark my words and pin this up
No I'm not giving up
Mark my words and pin this up
No I'm not giving up
Mark my words and pin this up

I'm gonna be fancy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be classy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be Jazzy
Like the Great Gatsby
I'm gonna be Sassy
Like the Great Gatsby



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Writer(s): Sajeev Srivatsava, Shakeel Ahmed
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