Golden Halo - Oliver Francis

Getting high with your girl, gon' lay low

She a dime with a golden halo

If she want it, she can throw it all in the bag

Right now, got the whole thing in cash

And the interior smell so clean

Matte black on the new SUV

Paid cash on the whip, ain’t no lease

You the only one I tell I love

Like fuck all these hoes

You a star baby girl, go ahead glow

Shine bright with the lights down so low

New ice with a clean white polo

New whip, raise up, butterfly doors

New crib with the white marble floors

Good girl with a heart just like gold

Stop pretending, girl, you know it’s not ever the same

I think its time we walk away

'Cause honestly

You see, the feeling isn’t there and it oughta be

We need a break

Ooh, make your way out the door

And now I’m lying on the bed side

Staring at your side

Waiting for you to grow up

It’s something that I can’t find

As hard as I try

Every time I press my luck

And now I’m lying on the bed side

Staring at your side

Waiting for you to grow up

It’s something that you can’t find

As hard as you try

Every time I press my luck

Oh yeah, ay

Press my luck

Press my luck

Yeah

Press my luck