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