Lyrics:
Gold
Steady fighting through pain, D-Rose
Don't want see me attacking the goal
Is to get it and turn up hoes
Everyday gotta stack it some more
And invest
to strive
Poppa taught me how to find
Myself in an ocean
I know I'm consumed
By the deeper parts in my heart
Deeper shine in my art
Perfect timing
Timing is
an hour at a time.”
Whitewood chapels, bleached by sunlight
Lenny Rose says this is our life
Whitewood chapels, bleached by sunlight
This is our life,
you're used too
But the way that you're whispering my name
Has this West Texas falling for you
And that little white dress with some roses on it
Wrapped
hidin' in a closet
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
We'll get taken for a ride
By a parlor trick or some
Here's the man whose voice speaks for everyone
And whose actions touch the lives of us all
He rose with energy and style
Shake my hand, kiss my
gun crooked to my breast
Oh our love is a withering rose
But a rose nonetheless
And I, I see the glimmering light of a distant city
Though I know it
Same ol' slay, you sleep like codeine
Sweet dreams bitch, gotta do my own thing
Same ol' slay, blasé by no means
Ate this beat, gotta get my
say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken
Outspoken, I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean west coastin'
Don't let
miss you when I'm gone
My heart belongs on the west coast
In Seattle
I passed by your house the other
All the time we spent just fighting alone
I look
From out west right there by crane
Cross that bridge then you will get Stained
Fuck them bikes we copped them chains
Fuck them bikes we want that range
sippin' on that Rosé
Oso big bucks, no low pay
Oso fallin' off, yeah no way
Still stuntin' outta spite, still dirty up my Sprite
Still livin' by the code,
chains to let my chest thrive
Let me neck shine
Okappi or a chain by your neck line
Next time I'ma let the Patek shine
For alota niggahs out here ain’t no
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
I'm trying not to drown
Down by the ground I see you
Wading in the bayou
Twisting my fate
The Church Belles are wailing
On a rose bed of gold
Holding
the old story goes
He went from rags to riches
And he changed as he rose
To me that scenario doesn't apply my friend
'Cause I'm the same guy I've always
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the fall of your eyes
That the sun rose in the west
If I had known before I courted
That love was such a killing thing
I'd lock my heart in a box
knockers. Hailing for the mid-west monster world wide chopper TWISTc.
I do it, because I got to move it.
Ziplock sealed, can't contaminate how I'm moving.
Have you ever heard the tale of
The noblest of gentlemen rose up from squalor
Tall, dark, and decked out in custom-made regalia
Smellin' like
I'd do anything (anything)
Anything (anything)
Anything... niggas be out her hoein out
Oh yea, rose and parades, my battle, my scar G rosa
Ice
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
The moment we said good bye
Silence tore across the sky
The riverbed by wide and dry
As far as I could see
And someone said
My ghost was found
Laying
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