Vice City

I've making time for tunes
Making tunes a plenty
Find me at the boombox
At the party sippin Henny
There's many times a day
I've been played or so I've heard
Friends are telling me "it's the same as smoking herb"

Like
You got me feeling so good
I put my bets on (you)
You got me feeling so good

I felt the glow in my face as the limelight struck
But I'm reminded by King Midas not to test my luck
Love the ones who keep you humble cause they come a dime a' dozen
Dancing to the memories we make to the percussion

Like
You got me feeling so good
I put my bets on you
Hey, I put my bets on you

Just to my mom and my dad
You know the way I love you
When things start to get heavy I put nothing else above you
Cause I see it in your eyes
Catch me out my scheming
Pockets empty, still you gave me something to belive in

You got me
[Scat]
I put my bets on you
Hey, I put my bets on you
You got me
[Scat]
You got me feeling so good
I put my bets on (you)
You got me feeling so good
[Scat]
I put my bets on you
You got me feeling so good
Hey
[Scat]