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Fools Gold Lyrics - Artist : ¡Mayday!
Fool's gold
Digging for soul Cause I lost my own And I can't get home See I'm blinded by gold That fool's gold Is out of control That fool's gold Oh, oh, oh Fool's Gold Fe S2 I wrote this rhyme inside a test tube And checked through the list of stones and step stools To climb up the ladder and batter the best crews I never gave a fuck always lit the fuse And I customized all the shit I used Prostitutes wait for that dude Now won't hesitate when the stakes high noon Tombstone, Holliday Doc Fuck all these rappers with the diamonds in their watch Hot, hot, hot, shit on beats Throw my headphones on and rock some Mobb Deep The quiet storm will creep and break down the breach Get 'em out of the darkness, pull 'em out of their seats I think we got a little soul in the streets But I keep on digging to the middle of the beef, singing Fool's gold Digging for soul Cause I lost my own And I can't get home See I'm blinded by gold That fool's gold Is out of control That fool's gold Oh, oh, oh New kid on the 145 Living outta bottle with a genie on my side And a bunch of graffiti on my ride A beanie on my mind and the need to be alive Thank God I survived, last night was a close call 35 in the ride and I dozed off Woke up in the lost and found Fell deep in some pussy and I almost drowned Bad influence that's how I been to it Blinded by the gold so I been through it Now I gotta little leeway on freeways Zen Buddhist approach to these DJ's See they don't understand how we relay It's all about the he say she say, replay Bring it all back down for the goals Hope I never have to sell my soul and it goes Fool's gold Digging for soul Cause I lost my own And I can't get home See I'm blinded by gold That fool's gold Is out of control That fool's gold Oh, oh, oh |
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