Lyin' on your head, how'd you get here beneath the red sunset
Next to the shed, your big idea got you on the ground
Feeling close to death, what's next
You need a breath, the lungs are clogged in tunnels you feel the catch
Where did everyone go, all alone no hope and so remote
What am I doing, in the business of screwing myself up
I burnt the breath, fly away and find a new victim
The wind is blowing, I think it's saying my name
The fire's roaring, I think I'm going insane
Taking off in your rocket, showing' off and taking great delight
Making sure we all saw it, 'cos that's the point when you're the pompous type
Self-made billionaire, can you help me cover the airplane fair
No I need every cent, if I give you one who knows what's next
Invest in my company, we do it right and we'll make money
The dogs are barking, I feel it coming inside
My rage is brewing, I need to leave politely
Jimmy Stanley - Self-Made Billionaire Lyrics
Jimmy Stanley - Self-Made Billionaire Lyrics
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Lyin' on your head, how'd you get here beneath the red sunset
Next to the shed, your big idea got you on the ground
Feeling close to death, what's next
You need a breath, the lungs are clogged in tunnels you feel the catch
Where did everyone go, all alone no hope and so remote
What am I doing, in the business of screwing myself up
I burnt the breath, fly away and find a new victim
The wind is blowing, I think it's saying my name
The fire's roaring, I think I'm going insane
Taking off in your rocket, showing' off and taking great delight
Making sure we all saw it, 'cos that's the point when you're the pompous type
Self-made billionaire, can you help me cover the airplane fair
No I need every cent, if I give you one who knows what's next
Invest in my company, we do it right and we'll make money
The dogs are barking, I feel it coming inside
My rage is brewing, I need to leave politely
Next to the shed, your big idea got you on the ground
Feeling close to death, what's next
You need a breath, the lungs are clogged in tunnels you feel the catch
Where did everyone go, all alone no hope and so remote
What am I doing, in the business of screwing myself up
I burnt the breath, fly away and find a new victim
The wind is blowing, I think it's saying my name
The fire's roaring, I think I'm going insane
Taking off in your rocket, showing' off and taking great delight
Making sure we all saw it, 'cos that's the point when you're the pompous type
Self-made billionaire, can you help me cover the airplane fair
No I need every cent, if I give you one who knows what's next
Invest in my company, we do it right and we'll make money
The dogs are barking, I feel it coming inside
My rage is brewing, I need to leave politely
Writer: James Stanley, III.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, BASS THE BEAST LLC