High Class Songtext
von Kill It Kid

I′m a prophesizing golden tongue
I'm gonna cut you out, cut you out
Yeah I′m the homage of a chosen one (?)
I'm gonna cut you out, cut you out

Twenty one
Young years
And I'm high class
Twenty one
Young years
And I′m high class
(Ahh)

And the cheap taste of warm champagne
I′m gonna cut you out, cut you out
The pretty girl I can't recall your name
I′m gonna cut you out, cut you out


Twenty one
Young years
And I'm high class
Twenty one
Young years
And I′m high class
Watch me now

And the heavens will open up
And the ground down will shake (?)
And the pressure, burning up
And the sky is falling down on you

And the sweetest dreams come true
I'm gonna cut you out, cut you out
Shaking hands and I lie (?)
I′m gonna cut you out, cut you out

Twenty one
Young years
And I'm high class
Twenty one
Young years
And I'm high class
Oh, no

And the heavens will open up
And the ground down will shake
And the pressure building up
And the sky is coming down on you


And the heavens will open up
And the ground down will shake
All the pressure building up
And the sky is coming down on you