Peter Cottontale - Gold (Remix) lyrics

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Peter Cottontale - Gold (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Sir Sly] Chasing down the devil, devil Chasing down the gods And I hope you find I hope you find your dream [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Twice in a lifetime, mouth made of metal & gold Ice in the light shine bright 'til the bezel implodes Blow the roof off the coupe pull the curve back returned that saying Blood in my veins still red as a rose Spent it all on a carpet Slipping on my blue suede shoes On a path, but a Jesus piece on my carca** Let a couple karats cast, on the car to carry my coffin To the mausoleum, trapped out the crib like Macaulay Culkin Gold on the ceiling They want to get my Mother Mary would you move a rock to make it back Or bag a brick to build a bridge that's big enough to never get back home Now you're gone Now you're gone Now you're gone Whole world tryna put gold down from the throne But we just trying to get paid when you turn the radio on [Verse 2: Sir Sly] And what did you say back to me? Dreaming, old maybach cruising Maybe talking crazy, but I want it A hundred thousand ways to choose it Who the hell is out and who's in? Trouble, maybe I'm too subtle [Hook: Sir Sly] Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal Pocket full of yellow, yellow Pocket full of gold And I hope you find I hope you find your dream And darling never settle, settle, settle Chasing down the devil, devil Chasing down the gods And I hope you find I hope you find your dream [Verse 3: Kami De Chukwu] It could never be real as magic My daddy used to have that candy caddy I used to like the one with tinted windows With the inches on the wheels, the gear shift all by it's automatic Beating up myself with all them hits I could've been wrote Run that race relaying, ran into a couple friends Roller coaster, they'll drop you prolly when you least expect it Saddest falling, lonely landing softly on a plateau Poor me, poor me; I should pour me up some Chateau Tell Geoffrey to bless me this a toast and I'm burning a couple bread loaves I just got back, pa** me a pack of them rillos Sent them candles like the wax and we can burn up a meadow If nothing was the same then you will never make no difference The diamonds from the rough will rough you for your diamond necklace Watch them corners boy you trippin', thinking backwards you could stumble Get back up or fade to black I promise finish first position [Outro: Sir Sly] It's the push and the pull It's the rise and the fall I don't owe you a single thing I don't owe you anything It's the push and the pull It's the big and the small I don't owe you a single thing I don't owe you anything(x2)

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