Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fools Gold, artist - Andy Mineo. Album song Formerly Known, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.01.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Fools Gold |
You need something real |
Baby that ain’t never gonna last |
That’s just fool’s gold |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
And I, I know it look nice, I know it look nice |
But that’s a rip off, for that price? |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
Cause it ain’t never gon' last |
You spend your time tryna get your claws on |
That stuff when we get to heaven we gon' walk on |
A problem baby our heart is never satisfied |
Clothed to righteousness and still have a naked eye |
I struggle my heart always wants more |
The only Christ they see on me is Christian Dior |
I was a slave to fashion, see my chains |
Ralph Lauren and Ed Hardy were my masters' names |
Washed by the Father stay clean |
I can still be tight without the skinny jeans |
I got eternal swag that’s the new fashion |
I see clearly now through my Sunglasses |
I know some sisters who stay shining |
You can ask pearl or ask diamond |
The real treasure I’m filled with |
I know it’s deep I hope you can dig this |
You need something real |
Baby that ain’t never gonna last |
That’s just fool’s gold |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
And I, I know it look nice, I know it look nice |
But that’s a rip off, for that price? |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
Cause it ain’t never gon' last |
You say it’s Louis on my two feet |
It’s ooh ee when I’m through the streets |
The cuties say «cute sneaks» and them shoes sweet when the dudes speak |
Nothing under a hundred stutting on 'em mean nothing |
I’m frontin' but oh they love it |
I’m ahead of my class and passing |
Got a passion for flashing satisfactions and fashion |
Yeah homie I’m a tag popper |
Makin' you sick call a swag doctor |
These threads is concealing my flaws |
For I am fulfilled by applause |
I guess pride is my idol now |
What I’mma do when these items go out of style? |
This ain’t treasure it’s trash |
I know this pleasure won’t last |
I need that real |
You need something real |
Baby that ain’t never gonna last |
That’s just fool’s gold |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
And I, I know it look nice, I know it look nice |
But that’s a rip off, for that price? |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
Cause it ain’t never gon' last |
I can’t front I like nice kicks and new clothes |
I like givin' old school records new flows |
I like money that I make when I do shows |
But when I abuse those they fool’s gold |
Now now let me tell you what I mean |
I could make something good a God thing |
Turn all my wants into needs |
Holdin' on to perishing means as supreme |
It seems, people want pleasure for a season |
Instead of seeking the God who’s eternally pleasing |
For some reason I thought that I wouldn’t be lonely |
If I had women all on me |
I couldn’t buy joy with the paper |
My good deeds never bought God’s favor |
Find my currency faulty |
I’m so glad that the Christ came and bought me |
Livin' that |
You need something real |
Baby that ain’t never gonna last |
That’s just fool’s gold |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
And I, I know it look nice, I know it look nice |
But that’s a rip off, for that price? |
That ain’t treasure that’s trash |
Cause it ain’t never gon' last |