Lyrics We at The... - Specifics

We at The...

Intro: Golden Boy
Yo, yeah uh, what are we doing here, destroy, destroy
Verse 1: Golden Boy
When we swing in everything is gutter like England
Covered in pink lights and Etruscan kingpins
The type that’ll fight night fuck your life up
With rights are righteous word tricks and trifling
Hotel is homebase the hq
We came through smelling those ruthless Canadian brews
Young felons in the park with spark lit
Seeing the parchment sparkling jewel
And they believe in it too
Darkness and frequent tunes shifting too loud to choose which of the two sounds
we drift through
From the outside entering lift area
Room filling with blue mist mary is with us
Various bars buried in bitches
Squad just detach, and dispatch, and dismissed
On the Blackberry interstate crosshatch plains
Mans all across lands with a plan that’s shoddy nefariously
The last minute insanity rock pretty dodgy
Wristwatch synchronize I’m thinking I better get to drinking, live
Cause the kid is all vibes from the Lincoln
Hook: Golden Boy
We at the club
The crux, the influx
The crush
The mix up
The blood
The jig’s up
The bus
The mcdick’s rush
The blunt
We at the kiss, we at the club
Verse 2: Golden Boy
I had a inkling the ship ain’t sinking even if the night pinking
The eyes link, blink, make it lengthen (lengthen)
The vibe’s strength originate from the place
And I might break into a rhyme situation
We gettin laced, why you hatin
Either nodding my way or bobbing in syncopation
Weeded holler at a hot cheetah hat trollop
Cheeba tat small of the back, leader of the pack
You be the queen bee moller, I’m chuck boy
Believe you me, we could all use a jd
A taller bold choice, a cold moist alcohol taste socially I hoist on
Occasion
So good like to make your acquaintance
And toast to the joints that’ll make us all famous
More to the point shout what your name is
Shout what your name is
Shout what your name is
Shout what your name is
Shout what your name is
Yo, okay I get the point man save it
Hook: Golden Boy
We at the club
The crux, the influx
The crush
The mix up
The blood
The jig’s up
The bus
The mcdick’s rush
The blunt
We at the kiss, we at the club