Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pot Of Gold , by - The Game. Song from the album The R.E.D. Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2010
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Pot Of Gold |
| Chorus: |
| All this bright light is not for me |
| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! |
| I miss the days when life was simple, |
| But if I never try to follow that rainbow |
| In search for the pot of gold! |
| Oh, oh, oh! |
| In search for the pot of gold! |
| There’s a mother out there right now, |
| About to have the next LeBron, |
| Searchin' for a pot of gold like a leprechaun, |
| They say death comes in threes, |
| Whose next in line? |
| And I just lost a best friend for the second time, |
| Now I’m on a quest to find peace, |
| Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin' time, |
| Yall don’t understand, I’m misunderstood, |
| Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good, |
| Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood, |
| It’s a cold world everybody need a hood, |
| And everybody doin' time stay headstrong, |
| You still gotta chance to live, |
| Even though you’re dead wrong. |
| Chorus: |
| All this bright light is not for me |
| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! |
| I miss the days when life was simple, |
| But if I never try to follow that rainbow |
| In search for the pot of gold! |
| Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be, |
| Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me, |
| And yall should thank me, |
| But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can’t New Orleans Saint me. |
| I ain’t a saint B, I aint a god God, |
| I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall, |
| I’m lightin' up for all my soldiers at war, |
| As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall, |
| Wayne just came home, |
| And Tip back on the yard dog, |
| Guess Pujols aint the only one playin' hard ball. |
| Chorus: |
| All this bright light is not for me |
| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! |
| I miss the days when life was simple, |
| But if I never try to follow that rainbow |
| In search for the pot of gold! |
| Oh, see the thing about all of us, |
| We never know just what we find. |
| Chorus: |
| All this bright light is not for me |
| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! |
| I miss the days when life was simple, |
| But if I never try to follow that rainbow |
| In search for the pot of gold! |
| Yeah! |
| In search for the pot of gold. |