Golden (feat. Gage of Nazareth)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Can you turn up the beat? Yeah yeah Okay, ay Print on my skin Shits looking golden, but they don't want you to win Souls looking like some crows, goddamn gin Oh lord knows that these sins live when my horn blows Print on my skin Shits looking golden, but they don't want you to win Soul looking like a crow, goddamn gin Oh lord knows that these sins live when my horn blows I stay still Through these crazy emotions Spliff be like a potion Admit I go through the motions While you boastin' like you don't care Up and downs rollercoastin' I'm the most dope I wanted to speak but I choked though Garden the seeds that you sow cuz Shit do not come back like yo-yo Thought I could get me a grip If I put this shit in slow mo Learning to live on my own so No shows are a no go Thought I could get me a grip If I put this shit in slow mo Learning to live on my own so Print on my skin Shits looking golden, but they don't want you to win Souls looking like some crows, goddamn gin Oh lord knows that these sins live when my horn blows Print on my skin Shits looking golden, but they don't want you to win Soul looking like a crow, goddamn gin Oh lord knows that these sins live when my horn blows