| Verse 1: Golden Boy
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| Spit it right I kick a cypher with a spliff
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| Dangling from my lips,
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| Gang of kids living different cycles, same
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| Mic
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| Slang contributed from many source, thanks
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| Gimme yours, if we hang again I’ll give it back to him
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| Even score settle back, war stories, yo if it’s black
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| Call the kettle that
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| Old glory, oh golly, tremble glass jello
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| Young crazy opposites
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| Hollywood drama playin in my thoughts watchin' us
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| Blur like mirage does
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| Stop the tape, put it on pause, gotta break
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| Them tabs off, most broads get erased fast
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| Odd, but I’m glad I could tape that
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| Little clique sippin shitmix straight out the
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| Liqs cabinet
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| Strange after taste, did magic, elixir
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| Goldilocks sittin on the dock of the bay, and French kissed her
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| Ever since then old flame went away
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| No sweat I never looked at that bench the same way
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| And weed spots were once just parking lots
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| Teeth gots braces floss, gold fleece was Jason and the argonauts
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| Ex-GFs in the future, used to be, a cute
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| Smile, eye contact
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| Should I step, holla back
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| Hi, let’s talk sometime soon super
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| I’m a buy myself wine coolers
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| Hook: Golden Boy
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| Yo what up, this is doo wop
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| Stick around for the end, pitchin moola
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| Tip a drop of the scotch, you might forget me
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| But in any event, you the dutchess
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| Verse 2: Golden Boy
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| Shit changes, people they switch, when it’s a hit make sequels
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| All that stay fixed is me so it repeats, those
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| Days of our lives is breezin' by, peeps die
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| Get rich, cheat on their wives
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| Marry ill bitch, pregnant with aliens
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| Evil twins, come back to life, clone babies into ladyfriends
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| Ovaries yo, but we leave the show
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| Mo frequently the most meet again
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| Only when the season ends
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| What a friend
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| They got what they needed from us, I guess we got what we needed from them
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| Crush come and go, walk clutchin hands as we stroll
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| Once it got rough, the tough get rollin and don’t
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| Look back stolen my heart, like a bucket of gold
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| Fuck it I’m Gold
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| I have mad luck and I’m stoked
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| Seems great just to be able to say I knew that dip
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| We sipped beers it’s been ages but I’m raisin a cheers, shit
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| Hook: Golden Boy
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| Yo what up, this is doo wop
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| Stick around for the end, pitchin moola
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| Tip a drop of the scotch, you might forget me
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| But in any event, you the dutchess
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| Yo what up, this is doo wop
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| Stick around for the end
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| Verse 3: Golden Boy
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| Then the same veneer lips make sick shapes and
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| Ain’t a lot changed, since I’ve been away dear
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| Just age, is just a digit yo I have faith, all you
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| Chicks that I cliqued with
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| Would want to wrap your legs around this dick
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| Life is just piss sprayin mirrors washin lipstick
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| Erasin' all the gossip and mischief
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| I got it in my brain, the Specifics
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| And ain’t lettin' this rearrange, even if it’s just not realistic
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| Wish it could take me back
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| That appleberry cider, the same we tapped
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| Yo the blue shit take me back like music
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| Many dames I knew, my life they passed through this
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| And she would take me back
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| That Zima, Alize and champagne we tapped
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| Yo the bud bong takes me back like love songs
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| Many dusks we just stayed up till sun dawned, one love y’all |