Marathon - Fool's Gold lyrics

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Marathon - Fool's Gold lyrics

[Hook: marathon] I know your new chains are fool's gold that sh** is no lie Who's gunna be there for you if this sh** don't go right? Where are you headed if these lights don't help you see right? What's left of you in all this fake life? (x2) [Verse 1: Miny] In the middle of the truth and a lie Gotta keep the bullsh** to the side Same job never chose to apply All the lazy boyz want a girl to recline The vision is a must For you it's far fetched but I'm giving into lust Yeah, all weirdos and the stoners still believing they're alone Let em in they're with us Yeah I can't support my life with this sh** But I'll go for broke all night for this sh** Now matter how unrequited this gets I Can't help if you loose me Whats the point of making music that don't move me? Walls up cuz my past is a doozie Drown it out turn tonight night into a movie Or better yet a sitcom, where no one ever gets up until the shows done Cue the laugh track, friends aren't really in it for the long run Fiction tends to make my nose run Unfollowed cuz you hate me, I'm changing, emotionally plaguing What does that make you? Anywhere I run to sounds like Deja Vu [Hook: marathon] I know your new chains are fool's gold that sh** is no lie Who's gunna be there for you if this sh** don't go right? Where are you headed if these lights don't help you see right? What's left of you in all this fake life? (x2) [Verse 2: Sincerely Collins] I sacrifice my life for this sh**, and truth be told I'm nice with this sh** There ain't no if or mights with this sh** So I'll be up all night for this sh** Man The struggle is real The devil in my ear trying to double the deal I'm living in a world where he's coming to k** And also the same world feels like nothing is real Uh I need something to cope A bottle to the head or give me something to smoke I'm tryna make a living off of something I wrote Second guessing myself but show me someone who don't Fool's Gold still gets worn Strong hearts still get torn So either get with the program or it's time for you to get going I know I'm rude as Jude It's all about me that's what you a**ume I'm picking all the locks You ain't betting on my stock Try and put me in a box I'm a rubix cube uh My generation is really starving I'm embracing my inner martian So sit back while I take flight or get smacked by this fake life Sincerely [Hook: marathon] I know your new chains are fool's gold that sh** is no lie Who's gunna be there for you if this sh** don't go right? Where are you headed if these lights don't help you see right? What's left of you in all this fake life? (x2)

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