Billionaire - Carroll

You're a billionaire with a shotgun

And you feel it in the back of your throat

Maybe it's the lonely nights or the days gone by

You know where you got to go

So you hit the streets for a midnight

Stroll or just a breathe of fresh air

There's a siren sound up the avenue

And the street light color is neon blue

What got in to you

In a hurricane with a baseball bat

Three strikes you're out

Storm keeps rolling on the window panes

With the ladies flying out

So you hit the streets for a midnight

Stroll or just a breathe of fresh air

There's a siren sound up the avenue

And the street light color is neon blue

What got in to you

What got in to you

What got in to you

What got in to you