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New Casanova Video (MV)




Performed By: Tweed Turntable
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Joshua Cartwright




Tweed Turntable - New Casanova Lyrics




I just became my own biggest fan
Doubt kicked to curb
I have no words
No longer do I give a damn
Because I

I quit my job on Sunday
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

Used to rock wheels with the heels up
Now all these women keep wanting me to feel up
D-cup and I
I think I just made it
I feel so fit and tan
No cuddles no puddles
Just huddles with the motherf*cking band
Cause I

I quit my job on Sunday yeah
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

Times Square stopped shining
When I took all the light
I showed no mercy when it put up a fight
Had to cut myself down to size
So they could hand me a Nobel Peace Prize
I'm not Jay-Z but I can rock a fella
Handle business over Christmas
Did I mention all the systems I witnessed
I slayed the prison industry complex
Solved world hunger
World peace in a week
Only ten words did I speak
Now we're Kum-ba-yah-ing
Yahweh got us amped and often
No longer afraid of my coffin
Because I

Quit my job on Sunday
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

I'm confident that you can handle truth
Believe in us more than I believe in you
But if you give love a chance
I promise we'll dance
And we'll chase the sun to the next black hole
Then come out on the other side and flow flow flow

I quit my job on Sunday yeah
New Casanova
New Casanova
The ladies they all love me
New Casanova
New Casanova
Yeah I quit my job on Sunday
Sunday Sunday
I quit my job on Sunday I did
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
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I just became my own biggest fan
Doubt kicked to curb
I have no words
No longer do I give a damn
Because I

I quit my job on Sunday
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

Used to rock wheels with the heels up
Now all these women keep wanting me to feel up
D-cup and I
I think I just made it
I feel so fit and tan
No cuddles no puddles
Just huddles with the motherf*cking band
Cause I

I quit my job on Sunday yeah
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

Times Square stopped shining
When I took all the light
I showed no mercy when it put up a fight
Had to cut myself down to size
So they could hand me a Nobel Peace Prize
I'm not Jay-Z but I can rock a fella
Handle business over Christmas
Did I mention all the systems I witnessed
I slayed the prison industry complex
Solved world hunger
World peace in a week
Only ten words did I speak
Now we're Kum-ba-yah-ing
Yahweh got us amped and often
No longer afraid of my coffin
Because I

Quit my job on Sunday
Stunning in my J-Crew suit
New Casanova know I told ya
I've got verve and style to boot

I'm confident that you can handle truth
Believe in us more than I believe in you
But if you give love a chance
I promise we'll dance
And we'll chase the sun to the next black hole
Then come out on the other side and flow flow flow

I quit my job on Sunday yeah
New Casanova
New Casanova
The ladies they all love me
New Casanova
New Casanova
Yeah I quit my job on Sunday
Sunday Sunday
I quit my job on Sunday I did
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
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Writer: Joshua Cartwright
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