Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix, artist - Sir Sly. Album song Gold - Remixes, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.07.2014
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix |
Chasing down the devil, devil |
Chasing down the gods |
And I hope you find |
I hope you find your dream |
Twice in a lifetime, mouth made of metal & gold |
Ice in the light shine bright 'til the bezel implodes |
Blow the roof off the coupe pull the curve back returned that saying |
Blood in my veins still red as a rose |
Spent it all on a carpet |
Slipping on my blue suede shoes |
On a path, but a Jesus piece on my carcass |
Let a couple karats cast, on the car to carry my coffin |
To the mausoleum, trapped out the crib like Macaulay Culkin |
Gold on the ceiling |
They want to get my |
Mother Mary would you move a rock to make it back |
Or bag a brick to build a bridge that’s big enough to never get back home |
Now you’re gone |
Now you’re gone |
Now you’re gone |
Whole world tryna put gold down from the throne |
But we just trying to get paid when you turn the radio on |
And what did you say back to me? |
Dreaming, old maybach cruising |
Maybe talking crazy, but I want it |
A hundred thousand ways to choose it |
Who the hell is out and who’s in? |
Trouble, maybe I’m too subtle |
Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal |
Pocket full of yellow, yellow |
Pocket full of gold |
And I hope you find |
I hope you find your dream |
And darling never settle, settle, settle |
Chasing down the devil, devil |
Chasing down the gods |
And I hope you find |
I hope you find your dream |
It could never be real as magic |
My daddy used to have that candy caddy |
I used to like the one with tinted windows |
With the inches on the wheels, the gear shift all by it’s automatic |
Beating up myself with all them hits I could’ve been wrote |
Run that race relaying, ran into a couple friends |
Roller coaster, they’ll drop you prolly when you least expect it |
Saddest falling, lonely landing softly on a plateau |
Poor me, poor me; |
I should pour me up some Chateau |
Tell Geoffrey to bless me this a toast and I’m burning a couple bread loaves |
I just got back, pass me a pack of them rillos |
Sent them candles like the wax and we can burn up a meadow |
If nothing was the same then you will never make no difference |
The diamonds from the rough will rough you for your diamond necklace |
Watch them corners boy you trippin', thinking backwards you could stumble |
Get back up or fade to black I promise finish first position |
It’s the push and the pull |
It’s the rise and the fall |
I don’t owe you a single thing |
I don’t owe you anything |
It’s the push and the pull |
It’s the big and the small |
I don’t owe you a single thing |
I don’t owe you anything (x2) |