Old Skool

I love acting, I'm not acting

Swipe that old thing for this new thing

In the city we drive taxi

In the front seat you won't find me

You keep your friends, I'll keep my friends

Have a party in the West End

Make some money, make more money

With your new friends throw a party

I've got silver and signet ring

From night climbing and fine dining

I love sex and I love dancing

And reclining in your backseat

You keep your friends, I'll keep my friends

Have a party in the West End

Make some money, make more money

With your new friends throw a party

Watch your percent, watch your money

And stop acting, acting funny

In the city we smoke taxi

In the backseat's where you'll find me

You keep your friends, I'll keep my friends

Have a party in the West End

Make some money, make more money

With your new friends throw a party

You keep your friends, I'll keep my friends

Have a party in the West End

Make some money, make more money

With your new friends throw a party

Aight, aight, aight

Here we go

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