Lyrics:
Valet recognize the weed smell
Trevor Andrew did the jacket check the details
My brother always wanna fight I swear he means well
I bought the crib out
(Steve Wilkinson/ Andrew Gold)
When I was a young thing
I swore a Mustang
Would be my ticket
To the great unknown
Yeah I could see me
Hanging out
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
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Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
anymore
Oh I don't even want this
All this silver and gold
I never asked for it
It was given to me
By the Silver and Gold King in his will before he
Before
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
gonna lie now; you know my whole persona's bold, cint no shy guy; no cap on my Mario, Voice like Midas; everything I touch is gold, yeah Im a fighter; you
Dropped an album, gotta say this shit was self-serving
Now I'm 20 looking at me, man, I'm not perfect
Far from it, at the summit, no, my peak ain't
Talking
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
album blow
Cosher sounding smooth
We gon make it snow
Cut from a different cloth
This ain't nothing low
Quality overdose
It's your heart of gold, that l
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
Quduus
Holy tongue words made of gold
Quduus
Lyrics of the God spit a scroll
Quduus
Black Gods circling my soul
The Truth
Garvey like made from
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Windsong album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album.
Sing songs
They know that but still do it, though
It's nothing else it's music love
In America, people get attacked by terrorists
All of this during concerts
His Majesty feels
‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals
It’s big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin’ you
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
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