Lyrics Gold Watch - Lupe Fiasco

Gold Watch

Let’s peruse the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school
Now
In my Falloron jeans, my head caught a wallet
My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowlage, man you can’t be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z's boys now I’m skating in your pools
Not to be rude I’m just hating on your rules
Like a young fifty I’m on my world tour
Good morning singapore I’m bringing the sun with me From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Norwegian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of Yea, yea she loves it over here
It’s just, yea, yea now look at what I wear
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy broad
And she full grain
So it’s no words
And it’s no slang
And I’m no trick
And I’m no lame
It’s just so sick
That she soak game
It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here
I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles
And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu
I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like Mont Blanc pens and most gloomy paper
I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters
Monical magazines and japanese manga
Futuring asperaticks and HTM trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate zanga
If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca
I keep a weak ninja hanging and a uncle while I’m banging
If you negativin energy stay of the vicinity of…
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she so plain
Gotta couple SCARS
And one of those long names
And she fight a nigga
And cusses wit no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine
But she.
It’s just yea, yea she loves it over here
And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem
And the low tolerance for them tellin me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
See the wings don’t make you fly and the crown don’t make you king
Now God don’t like ugly, ain’t too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance’s enemy so stay out of the vicinity of…
Yea, Yea the niggas over there
Yea, Yea now look at what I wear