Lyrics Golden - Russ

Golden

Not dressed up but the moment seems suitable
Fuck religion, God who?
And Sunday there’s a funeral
Oh, this the crucible?
This supposed to be beautiful
Shit, my boy’s momma’s laying on her deathbed
Paralyzed from the waist down
But he’s still thinking 'bout his next step
Damn, fuck, fuck you talking 'bout?
(Talking 'bout)
Yeah
You might as well get it while you’re here
'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
You might as well get it while you’re here
'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
(Might as well)
Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Yeah, drinking this liquor, spilling my dreams
Filling these pictures, coloring schemes
Music, another brother to me
I swear I lead a couple lives
When I tell my parents what my siblings want to survive
When I tell my friends or myself when the cups rise
Shout out to my brother Frank though
Let those blunts fly
I know that you teaching, that you reaching for your goals
See that road and, yeah
Motherfucker, yeah we go in, what
Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
You might as well get it while you’re here
'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
You might as well get it while you’re here
'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
(Might as well)