Lyrics:
and falls backwards off her straw. She's up
again in a flash, looking guardedly at them. She is a ratbag.
Mandy: Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are
think
It's about this that I want to talk with you
We live today in a golden age
An era that man has looked forward to, dreamed of, and worked toward for
Call me Kip Kinkel, my flow is murdering fools
When I go off like white buls in suburban schools
Splurging's cool, I done blown mad cash and then
a small, steel cage
A diplomat's face exploding with rage
Man-child laughing on a golden throne
A true humble king, dying alone
Frozen spiders hiss
I know everyone you know
You know everyone I know
A venn diagram is one circle
You grow up when you're not looking
We grow up but without
Shook with Brad and Josh and now
I'm rolling with the Acolytes
A month prior got a DM on the gram
He said his name is Scott he
Tours with Portugal the Man
believe me when I say, I'm your true love
Believe me when I say I am your man, sweet Joan
Your golden eyes
And your sweet perfume
Make me blush to the core
This was caused by traumatic instances of the past
That bring up the feeling of rejection and not being wanted
There is no real cure for this
The best
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
The double-trouble spade was named the deuce
And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news
There was 52 cards, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my
I dreamed you were a rich man
And that I had no place to go
I came to you to see if you would take me in
Through golden curtains you told me you'd
Self made is a myth but i am titled so i'm golden
No one gets this far for free, few relations i've broken
By choosing my music i'll pursue it till
They keep things safe here for everyone
You Sinners, Saints, and Fools
The poor and huddled masses
Who are hungry and afraid
You gotta do it by
They keep things safe here for everyone
The Sinners, Saints, and Fools
The poor and huddled masses
Who are hungry and afraid
You gotta do it by
and everything golden just live in the moment
Do let it pass you by, pass you by
You don’t wanna say you didn’t live your life when you die
You gotta get up, get
power i'm towering over you
lord save this man from his thoughts
Where hes acting like he can afford, a golden keyboard
Or deserves a reward, but gets
of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man woman child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when
Fixed two chicks on a daily
Everyone thinking they know me
But no one knows getting a couple of racks is amazing
Yeah.
They be on my phone and they
the distance that everyone chasses
These happy endings that everyone is reaching for
Just another ghost in the doorway calling by name
Tired of all these same
to the sun, to the sun
And on each golden rung, a spiral of children climbs up to the sun
And a man called Jesus, he promised he would leave us
With a word
is Joan
She better not be stolen
I waited a dang year
To get that golden pearl
That got me blown
Her doors better be open
And as Mr. Parker chilled in
saying
I'm a man so imma live by what I'm saying
Tell me whats it is you need from me
Usually that's just how it goes
They don't speak to me until I'm
Brag, to your grandkids about how life is golden
So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
Well the purse snatch went according to plan
The victim himself was a masked man
And everybody laughs who was not them Oh and every laugh's now is now
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