Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix , by - Sir Sly. Song from the album Gold - Remixes, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 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) |