Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Genesis Owusu
Genesis Owusu
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kofi Ansah
Kofi Ansah
Songwriter
Andrew Klippel
Andrew Klippel
Songwriter
Kirin J Callinan
Kirin J Callinan
Composer
Julian Sudek
Julian Sudek
Songwriter
Michael Di Francesco
Michael Di Francesco
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Klippel
Andrew Klippel
Producer
Dave Hammer
Dave Hammer
Producer
Simon Cohen
Simon Cohen
Engineer
George Nicholas
George Nicholas
Engineer
Thomas Marland
Thomas Marland
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Engineer

Lyrics

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah I hope the stress don't kill me They chip away my heart, expect a coin to fill me Oh man, my joy so filthy, I pray to some, I'm still me But boy these demons gleaming, scheming, preaching, leave them We'll deceive him, he's believing, say we're on his team then But I've been bleeding, wounds have deepened when I chained my freedom Reason weakened, beaten, ripping curls like I'm fucking Keenan They think I'm beaming, I'm the beacon of the young and decent When I'm in this shell committing treason You see the truth is that I'm often blue So many cracks in the ceiling, I tried to mend them with glue What a profession Sleep in sessions, curse or blessings, need refreshing See progression 'cause I beat depression They throwing pills like M&M's and I'm hoping they don't relapse On stage, the crowd yelling, don't get lost in feedback My boo said I should take it slow, wish I could heed that Without the burning of a fucking greenback When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah I do this and I do that On call from sun till moon crack My phone can never go flat Who knows where else my work at I miss this and I miss that Birthdays, first steps and gift wraps Hope I don't miss my first dance Somebody put me in the circus, I'm the world's best juggler Only two hands, pretend that it don't fuck with my jugular, I'm a new man While praying that my music will bubble up, this my Truman Show will rock the boat, I'm still subtler, where's the movement? I fight for my existence Brick wall with my persistence I hate to say I play Russian Roulette with my resistance Play it void of all assistance My life, my love, my business A goon playing charades inside the face of corporate systems I sanitised organic ties for my arise in modern times I can't deny internal lies in hopes that I'd be televised I sacrifice a gentle life for goals that leave me terrified But pray this doesn't lead to my demise When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah Gold, cold chains Gold, cold chains Gold, cold chains (When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold) Gold, cold chains
Writer(s): Julian Sudek, Andrew Klippel, Kofi Owusu Ansah, Michael Di Francesco, Kieran Callinan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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