Dead Numbers

Yeah,

yeah

Now we run the game,

we don't look back Tracksuit black on a luxury track Got a

new phone, let the old line fade All those dead numbers in

the dark we laid

(we laid,

yeah)

I kept the old device in a drawer locked tight

No ghost from the past calling in the night Cold storytelling,

keeping circles so small If you ain't with me now,

do not try to call New contracts signed,

but I stay low key Only real ones sitting in the VIP (uh-huh)

They want the old me,

but he had to go

Left the baggage in the cold,

let it show (let it show)

Now we run the game,

we don't look back Tracksuit black on a luxury track Got a

new phone, let the old line fade All those dead numbers in

the dark we laid

(we laid,

yeah)

Late night driving, headlights on the asphalt cold Writing new chapters,

letting old stories fold We don't pick up when the old lines

ring

Dead numbers buried, we don't feel a thing

Focused on the vision,

watch the paper pile high Looking at the city from the top

of the sky

Now we run the game,

we don't look back Tracksuit black on a luxury track Got a

new phone, let the old line fade All those dead numbers in

the dark we laid

(we laid,

yeah)

Let

the old line fade...

Keep 'em dead.