When Gatsby came and broke his heartnThe sound of music was in the darknnLouis Armstrong, that's who it wasnHe's the one who supplies the buzznnF. Scott made the jazz age hotnDaisy and Tom, yeah, they tied the knotnnBillie Holliday was another starnIn the age that took Scott so farnnGatsby invite me to a partynUp all night, sippin' that BacardinDaisy, please shoot me with a cannonnAs I watch you dance with Tom BuchanannnGatsby invite me to a partynUp all night, sippin' that BacardinDaisy, please shoot me with a cannonnAs I watch you dance with Tom BuchanannnOhh, its Navdeep, welcome to my countrynPeople tell me that my beat is hotnBut when the jazz is dropped, it's something that is notnEvil faces deciding the places where my dreams are supposed to land, its contrabandnIs that the way that things should be, in the middle of a fight in the midnight seanSpit games, get everyone else, because believe it or not being yourself sellsnLearn to spit like DMC or you'll be stuck working at the DMVnThis just a little broke hold, stab a gas before a little broke hold.nThank you, come againnnJAZZ, J-J-J-JAZZnnGatsby invite me to a partynUp all night, sippin' that BacardinDaisy, please shoot me with a cannonnAs I watch you dance with Tom BuchanannnGatsby invite me to a partynUp all night, sippin' that BacardinDaisy, please shoot me with a cannonnAs I watch you dance with Tom Buchanan