Anderson Paak - Heart of Gold (Chain) lyrics

[Verse 1: Nocando] I was up in Berlin Maybe it was Belgium Talking up a whirlwind Pretty young thing Nobody's for certain Riding her wave God, she was surfin' Two hearts hurtin' Broke beat perfect [?] to like pain Sweatin' like rain on my (chain) Left a little stain Was she runnin' game? I know I was runnin' game but [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] I wanna live I wanna give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold (Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain) Keep me searching for a heart of gold (Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain) [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak] Searching for something So we entered through the matter to find what we needed It's so much harder than I fathomed, my logic divided If all I wanted was a hit, then I'd probably be famous To be respected by my peers was the reason I did it Go five years in the struggle, ain't much to a n***a When one week of livin' lavish can f** up your liver Who needs provision when you covered in diamonds and pendents? Who needs the temporaries when b**hes are dyin' to get it? I copped the ring, I caught feelin', abandoned the bride Sold that sh** for half the price just to keep on the lights Look in the eyes and be surprised if there's anything worth mentioning Broken-hearted in misery, pity But while I dwell, I owe a lot of n***as Before I finished this sentence, I promised to make bail [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind It's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold (Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain) Keeps me searching for a heart of gold (Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain) [Verse 3: Milo] Here it goes, another diatribe from Leopold Screaming at minors not to make the same mistakes when we're old I was a miner for pyrite Now I'm in PriceRite buying pie tins and thin mints Shin splints for a retired digger downsized signal thin hints that I'm a retired n***a I'm just looking for a woman who will let me sing in the shower now For a woman who doesn't have Dwight Eisenhower brows I feel dumb listening to Neil Young, I recline The spiel was sung and still I decline The laughing track was always lethal And I can never remember what size you like your frappuccinos You say those heart pains were a fluke Praying to Saint Luke in the morning Never glanced up from reading Marmaduke, I'm in mourning