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CHING CHING CHING Out Now https://Rocstrong.lnk.to/ChingChingChing Bandcamp: https://rocstrong.bandcamp.com/track/... Soundcloud:   / ching-ching-ching   ROCSTRONG returns with a brand new single titled ‘CHING CHING CHING’ filmed in Barcelona, Kinshasa, Montevideo and Paris, and directed by Federico Bazzi and Emmanuel Miranda. Stay in Touch with me! Instagram:   / rocstrong   Facebook:   / officialrocstrong   Twitter:   / r0cstr0ng   https://officialrocstrong.com Lyrics Chorus Ching Ching Ching we all want Ching Ching (I want it right now) Verse 1 Hey Mista man, free is my mind See what you doing? Don’t even try Ready to fly, Locations the sky No worries now, palms always dry Why you looking at me, when I have no interest in you Why you mean mugging looking like a fool Better stand up let’s do what it do Something’s bout to go off I tell ye Puffs his chest and I tell him I dare ye Clench your fist, you swing you even move I swear there won’t be no fight ill kill ye Something’s setting me off I tell ye This situation so familiar You playing Russian roulette if you bright You’ll recognize that this is real life Bridge I see real, and it hit me like a drum, I see real, yeah I swear there’s more come Man disgust me swear to God trust me boy Chorus Ching Ching Ching we all want Ching Ching (I want it right now) Verse 2 Take a leaf from the bright side, there’s wolves on the outside Inside my mind’s where I decide whether or not I’ll be fine Where I just mute all my thoughts rub my eyes hard Till I just don’t see my faults Say man, unless you comply, abandon beliefs to obey the eye Beg on your knees for piece of the pie You empty your mind without asking why You ignore what your dreams displaying In exchange obeying while your soul decaying, Unaware of the price you paying We no longer listen to what our hearts be saying Discreet we don’t like to even say it out, chips on the table Head still filled with doubt, pockets gone empty Happiness running out Money’s like air getting hard just to breath without Chorus Ching Ching Ching we all want Ching Ching (I want it right now)