tight money

Tight money, midnight glow, jet black hustle, feel the flow. Cool breeze in a house of cash, chips in hand, ready to clash. Rolling the dice, fate be good to me, a fool’s game? I can’t help but laugh. Swing house boogie band pumping loud, the losing blues song got the crowd. Seven here, eleven there, heaven found in the high-stakes air. Rent waits at the door, but I smile one more roll, I'll stay awhile. At this moment, I’m alive, tight money magic, I thrive. Let the world spin, like a roulette table in the wind. tonight, the odds are all on me. I'm a gamblin' junkie when will I be free?