Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold Days, artist - Mr. Probz. Album song The Treatment, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Left Lane
Song language: English
Gold Days |
| Gold days |
| Give them away |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
| Gold days |
| Give them away |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
| Riding in this hooptie with the rust stains |
| Trying to get a buck off of this cocaine |
| I’m day dreaming all day, hoping that I can wake up |
| Lounging in my castle with the windows all draped up |
| And my pockets all caked up, no stress |
| Guess I’m gonna have to wait until I’m dead to get some rest huh |
| You know the mirror never lies |
| My girl giving me hell because I ain’t hearing her cries |
| She call me 5 or 6 times on the phone and I ain’t replied |
| I’m a young man with dreams, nothing in between |
| I told myself one day that I would understand the bigger scheme |
| If you come from where I came from you know what I mean |
| Those were them |
| Gold days |
| (I could never) |
| Give them away, away |
| (I made sure) |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
| (Those were them) |
| Gold days |
| (I could never) |
| Give them away, away |
| (I made sure) |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
| Sunny weather, people with you, when it’s clouds they run for cover |
| The one that stood beside me was my motherfucking mother |
| Moving on to better days, put my kids through college |
| Your mind is young, copping Jordans, eating chicken wings |
| Trophy case filled, you fucking with a winner |
| I’m at a roaring boil, other suckers simmer |
| You see my shirt it’s expensive like the dinner |
| That’s why I rock a bib motherfucker because it’s linen |
| I only talk about what I know and some other shit |
| You on some angel eyes, sneaky undercover shit |
| Intricate plots constructed during boredom |
| I’m in the streets from Kissena out to Fordham |
| Peace to my family I hold you down forever |
| I love my children’s mother even though we’re not together |
| All I ask is honesty, ayo honestly |
| Fuck around and we could’ve been a dynasty |
| Gold days |
| (I could never) |
| Give them away, away |
| (I made sure) |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
| (Those were them) |
| Gold days |
| (I could never) |
| Give them away, away |
| (I made sure) |
| The whole town was burning, burning, burning |