Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold, artist - Macklemore.
Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gold |
Everything is gold, everything is equal |
Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people |
Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on |
The world’s coated in the gold Krylon |
Yea, and these days days days |
They never run away |
Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze |
Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case |
And g-g-give it away |
My gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens |
And every shrine that existed in time melting |
Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bells |
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats? |
They say that gold’s the skin of the gods |
You can’t take the band there when you’re gone |
I’ll tip over that kiosk in the mall |
As the sunset falls into tomorrow |
Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold |
Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold |
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes |
Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Five hundred thousand sold |
Slick rick gold, Rope On, hella cold |
Today we’re feeling like gold |
So fresh head to toes |
Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Alright now we open up that car door |
Hop out, hope they notice us |
Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch |
More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up |
Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust |
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt |
Separate myself by sticking out just because |
That’s how you illustrate power and who you’re above |
But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back |
Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank |
Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks |
I’ve been rocking gold chains since P was in the tank |
You only live once, you only live once |
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum |
Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up |
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun |
Like gold, five hundred thousand sold |
Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold |
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe |
Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Today we’re feeling like gold |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Gold coins, gold phone, gold car |
Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars |
Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stunting |
Under these gold trunks, that’s two golden nugget, uh |
Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of 'em |
Pass the space needle, golden shower on pedestrians |
Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my eagle and he shouldn’t have |
My ego got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh |
And it’s gold, two girls gold brass |
Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand |
Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants |
They’re sipping Olde English right out of a gold can |
Two girls, gold spandex so pretty |
That girl ain’t even gold, she just got golden girl titties |
I’m kidding, everyone is gold in my city |
You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it |
Get it get it get it. |
Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold |
Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold |
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes |
Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold |
Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold |
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes |
Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
So we’re feeling like gold |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Oh oh oh oh oh |
Oh oh oh oh oh |