GoDots - Heathrow

You got me running ‘round the block it‘s a phenomenon
I‘m by myself my friends are at the other side of town
I have to find somebody I have never met before
How do I know they‘re one of us and not one of the cops
Yeah
You got my dealer
You got my plug
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of luck
You got my dealer
You got my plug
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of luck
My skin is pale, my breath is short, my blood is boiling hot
They got me thinking ‘bout a way to hit the winning pot
I lose my focus on the thing that is my driving goal
And if you catch me please have mercy on my pity soul
Yeah
You got my dealer
You got my plug
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of luck
The police got my mates right behind the border
They were fencing in the good stuff, now they‘re out of order
The police got my guys right in front of my door
Now they‘ve got an eye on me like they've never had before
You got my dealer
You got my plug
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of money
I‘m out of luck

Written by:
Frederik Eichler, Jan Woidtke, Lukas Borzyszkowski, Lukas Sippel

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