The Great Gatsby (Autotune version)

[Intro] (old sport...) (the lights are so bright...) (gatsby...) [Verse 1] i rose out of nothing but a name and a stare, kept my light in the dark, kept my suit crisp and rare every Friday the music would curl through the heat, and the lawn learned the language of champagne and feet in the valley of ashes, where the gray dust lies, the billboards keep watching with their all-seeing eyes i built this bright house from a hunger so large, from paper and rumor, from a long-distance charge old sport, when i grin, it’s a practiced disguise — a smile with a secret that never quite dies and the rooms keep on shining, but nobody sees how the silence can lean like a weight in the breeze [Pre-Chorus] there’s a green light trembling across the bay (far away) and i’ve reached for it nightly, in my own private way the past stays in me like a bruise under skin while the party keeps turning, and i keep looking in (come back...) [Chorus] can’t repeat the past? why of course you can! (yes, you can) it’s the whole bright design of the broken man the green light burns, and i burn right back — “they’re a rotten crowd,” but i still track that track old sport, old sport, i keep my vow: i’m the great gatsby — i’m standing now old sport, old sport, let the night lean in: you can’t repeat the past? why of course you can [Verse 2] at west egg the laughter is lacquered and thin, every glance has a price, every grin has a spin tom’s old money talks with its careless disdain, while daisy moves softly like smoke in the pane i knew what i wanted when i saw her once more, that voice full of money, that white, floating shore so i filled every room with a glittering storm, made the air all perfume and impossible warmth but under the silk, there is a fracture, a crack — a clock in my chest that keeps dragging me back and i wait by the water where the green light shivers, as if longing alone could rewrite all the winters [Bridge] so we beat on, old sport, like boats against the tide, borne back ceaselessly — though i keep that inside the hours won’t soften, the past won’t stay still, yet i stand in the ruin with my own stubborn will i made all this brightness to hold what was lost, to pay any hunger, no matter the cost (gatsby...) [Final Chorus] can’t repeat the past? why of course you can! (yes, you can) it’s the whole bright design of the broken man the green light burns, and i burn right back — “they’re a rotten crowd,” but i still track that track old sport, old sport, i keep my vow: i’m the great gatsby — i’m standing now old sport, old sport, let the night lean in: you can’t repeat the past? why of course you can [Outro] the great gatsby... old sport... the green light...