Murs - Fool's Gold lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Murs] Fool's Gold Fe S2 I wrote this rhyme inside a test tube [Wrekonize] And checked through the list of stones and step stools To climb up the ladder and batter the best crews [Bernz] I never gave a f** always lit the fuse And I customized all the sh** I used Prostitutes wait for that dude Now won't hesitate when the stakes high noon [Murs] Tombstone, Holliday Doc f** all these rappers with the diamonds in their watch Hot, hot, hot, sh** on beats Throw my headphones on and rock some Mobb Deep [Wrekonize] 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 [Hook] [Bernz] New kid on the 145 Living outta bottle with a genie on my side [Wrekonize] And a bunch of graffiti on my ride A beanie on my mind and the need to be alive [Murs] 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 p**y and I almost drowned [Bernz] 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 [Wrekonize] 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 [Hook]