Lyrics:
around his neck
Old Reilly's daughter got a message
That her father was goin' to hang
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
cry
Believe I'll turn around and drive back by
She's my drive-by lover
She's my drive-by lover
I can't get enough of her loving stuff
There's girls
gold?
What did you bring me my dear friends
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
I couldn't get
a trophy
Trophy, I won me a trophy
A trophy, I won me a trophy
Trophy, I won me a trophy
A trophy
Get to fuckin' on the dresser just to make that
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down
Lotus 7s
Through the London streets one day
Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back some day
To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust
what I thought it was, was it
Too good to be true?
Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again
Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause
hang around
Everybody wants to sell what's already been sold
Everybody wants to tell what's already been told
What's the use of money if you ain't
Dizziness will make my feet walk back
Walk right back to you
[Chorus]
Everything I do, I think of you
No matter how I try, I can't get by
These
Bless my heart and soul
I've discovered gold
Spread the news around
Get the ship afloat
A rock and roll the boat
Let's get into town
I am
He spends his running after me
When I feel myself going down
I just call and he comes around
But for the first time
I feel love
Ho ho ho ho ho
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I even realize the ride I'm on
Baby I'm long gone
I get carried away nothin' matters
Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin'
Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
He'd say, "what if you went
always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo' get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high and relax
And if I bust a Ben Frank', get some Andrew
before
I get bored
I get bored
I get bored
I'm bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to doll and let it shine before
'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide
of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my
crook
I'm such a tease
And you're such a flirt
Once you've been hurt
You've been around enough
Little by little by hook or by crook
Never get
soul
It ain't a smooth ride, life, it's a winding road
Yeah, it might be gravel, but it feels like gold
I've been climbin', tryin' to get
I get this feeling, every time I see your face
You never grow old, you never look tired, you never seem outta place
What a life you've led, I guess
me so well, that I grabbed that gold
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road, yeah
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