SPLIT DOGS - ROCK ‘N’ ROLL BUSINESS (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

The First single from the forthcoming album Nice n’ Rough Stream Rock ‘N’ Roll business here https://lnk.to/rocknrollbusiness Pre save/order the album here https://lnk.to/nicenrough Instagram https://www.instagram.com/splitdogs?i... Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/1CfGYW... LIVE: https://www.splitdogs.co.uk/live-1 MERCH: https://splitdogs.bigcartel.com Rock ‘n’ Roll Business  Be a good guy step outta line   Make me money or you won’t get mine just a big joke Blowin’ that smoke  smile like you mean it kid Take a big toke Hold up the code Do as your told  Take it on the chin Do as I bid  Or you can hit the bricks Another hit, another miss Shoot your shot It’s just the rock n roll business   play with it And the devil takes his split Who gives a shit It’s just the rock n roll business  Money makes the world go round  And I’m still turning  While it burns to the ground  Times ticking Don’t make a sound Ain’t nothing personal We go pound for pound Set goals Buy an abode  Payments on hold Filed to receive the goods All in your name No paper chains Capital gains  Blind to the goal Set on your soul To the breakers you go Knackerin line Your face or mine But we had a good time Another hit, another miss Shoot your shot It’s just the rock n roll business  You play with it And the devil takes his split Who gives a shit It’s just the rock n roll business  Money makes the world go round  And I’m still turning  While it burns to the ground  Times ticking Don’t make a sound It’s nothing personal We go pound for pound So numb to feelin wasted Late nights are over rated Your seeing them stars again kid lions den you can almost taste it From up close you believe it’s gone wise guys they lead you on  Time to do business  Time To do business  Fucking rock n roll business yeah  Another hit, another miss Shoot your shot It’s just the rock n roll business  You play with it And the devil takes his split Who gives a shit It’s just the rock n roll business  Money makes the world go round  And I’m still turning  While it burns to the ground  Times ticking Don’t make a sound Ain't nothing personal We go pound for pound