Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold Chains , by - General Fiasco. Song from the album Unfaithfully Yours, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 29.07.2012
Record label: Dirty Hit
Song language: English
Gold Chains |
| Gold chains and my body’s given up. |
| I’d fight. |
| I’d fight but the moves might be stifling |
| My arms. |
| My arms get light with the rest of me. |
| MY keys. |
| My keys are ready. |
| Bury me, I’m sure you will. |
| I can’t come clean, with what I’m sayin. |
| The struggles on my feet implode. |
| The taste of blood is something else to think about, |
| But after all my keys are ready. |
| Too old. |
| Too old to pretend we’re 17. |
| Not me. |
| Why mean, well the youth is a hindrance. |
| I roll my role. |
| my role. |
| my role. |
| And it might keep me in this bind, |
| I’ll never find. |
| Worlds behind me. |
| Bury me, I’m sure you will. |
| I can’t come clean, with what Im sayin. |
| The struggles on my feet implode. |
| The taste of blood is something else to think about, |
| But after all my keys are ready. |
| Ice cold. |
| Ice cold and your shadow’s swallowing me. |
| I breath… so clean. |
| My throat. |
| My throat. |
| My throat. |
| my throat. |
| And thought of clearing it. |
| And now I sit. |
| And it’s over and… |
| Bury me, I’m sure you will. |
| I can’t come clean with what I’m sayin. |
| The struggles on my feet implode. |
| The taste of blood is something else to think about |
| But after all my keys ready. |
| The struggles on my feet implode. |
| The taste of blood is something else to think about, |
| But after all my keys ready. |