| I once played the fool at a DOOM show
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| Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows
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| Angry people threw 'bows and crushed a few toes
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| It was like a live production of the emperor’s new clothes
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| Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues
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| You get there and there’s just a few menus
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| A fucking employee rocking a grin like a Cheshire Cat
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| And I’m wearing a jester hat
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| Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack
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| Rap fans on the net are the fucking biggest ones
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| Steady letting babyfaces mark ‘em for hit and runs
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| A bunch of fool players
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| Learning new prayers
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| None of em showing you
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| How to be your own soothsaying oracle
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| At least take turns like a two-player portable
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| Play the mark or play the carney
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| Stay in the dark or host the party
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| Write the play or play in the park like a child, shit
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| I be watching soul school like an old fool
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| All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool
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| I’m from the Blowed, fool. |
| It’s also a pronoun
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| Bought the deed to some land in a southpole snowtown
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| Fool me once, shame on you
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| Fool me twice, I’m lame. |
| cats is nice with the game
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| In this record lane… NOT!
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| Still I manage to get strung along once I brung a song
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| To the tabletop and had it flop
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| Wasn’t for the lack of opportunity knocking
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| Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking
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| Even paperwork dont seem to hold a lotta water
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| Never seeing sales reports
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| Or reports of my slaughter in retail land
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| I’ve tried to expand
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| Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors
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| Never opening after initial work
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| Promoters holdin out on the dough
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| I’m thinkin this will work
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| Everytime I sign on the line
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| At least try to flex optimism
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| And see the shine I get idle text
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| One of these days I may really wake up
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| But for now they keep foolin til my band break up and thats tough
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| I booked the same room as our first date/relieved
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| Finally no need to lie about working late/nervously pace
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| Looking in the mirror/you look great
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| Easily ten years younger
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| I could be thirty-eight
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| Petals on the duvet I picture her face
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| After years of roses on nightstands
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| When I take her hand
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| And say you could be an honest woman
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| I’ll be your man
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| One finger to her lips
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| Don’t say a word yet/champagne on ice ill take you away
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| From all of this/you don’t have to put on the red light
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| A single passionate kiss
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| That shows me you had the same knot in your chest
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| From years of wondering «maybe» and «what if»
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| It’s not that I don’t love my wife and kids but this is it
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| For happiness I’m waiting by the window like Malcolm X
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| Courtyard by Marriott/Room twenty-six
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| Just as real as i imagined
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| Honeysuckle root all on my mattress
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| I want u forever if u asking
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| Infatuated visions in this blackness
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| Matchstick memory
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| Candlelight/Shadowplay
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| Unfamiliar Energy/Welcoming
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| A fortnight since we last connected
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| Confessions
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| Otherworldly pleasures in your presence
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| Possess me/these sessions in succession
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| By the moon exhausted
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| Drain me baby awesome
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| Climax cumulus
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| Union of like mind
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| Sidetracked illusions
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| Im not truly in right mind
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| Demon spawn polluted
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| Im consumed/a fool in denial
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| Night time intrusions
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| Concluded with deceitful smiles/waking hours
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| Eyes open on cold tile covered in sweat and bile
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| Doc shake his head look over my files
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| Long time sufferer asylum
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| Silence awaiting her arrival |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fool's Gold , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Dour Candy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп