Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix - Sir Sly, Victor Kwesi Mensah, Kami De Chuckwu

Chasing down the devil, devil

Chasing down the gods

And I hope you find

I hope you find your dream

Twice in a lifetime, mouth made of metal & gold

Ice in the light shine bright 'til the bezel implodes

Blow the roof off the coupe pull the curve back returned that saying

Blood in my veins still red as a rose

Spent it all on a carpet

Slipping on my blue suede shoes

On a path, but a Jesus piece on my carcass

Let a couple karats cast, on the car to carry my coffin

To the mausoleum, trapped out the crib like Macaulay Culkin

Gold on the ceiling

They want to get my

Mother Mary would you move a rock to make it back

Or bag a brick to build a bridge that’s big enough to never get back home

Now you’re gone

Now you’re gone

Now you’re gone

Whole world tryna put gold down from the throne

But we just trying to get paid when you turn the radio on

And what did you say back to me?

Dreaming, old maybach cruising

Maybe talking crazy, but I want it

A hundred thousand ways to choose it

Who the hell is out and who’s in?

Trouble, maybe I’m too subtle

Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal

Pocket full of yellow, yellow

Pocket full of gold

And I hope you find

I hope you find your dream

And darling never settle, settle, settle

Chasing down the devil, devil

Chasing down the gods

And I hope you find

I hope you find your dream

It could never be real as magic

My daddy used to have that candy caddy

I used to like the one with tinted windows

With the inches on the wheels, the gear shift all by it’s automatic

Beating up myself with all them hits I could’ve been wrote

Run that race relaying, ran into a couple friends

Roller coaster, they’ll drop you prolly when you least expect it

Saddest falling, lonely landing softly on a plateau

Poor me, poor me;

I should pour me up some Chateau

Tell Geoffrey to bless me this a toast and I’m burning a couple bread loaves

I just got back, pass me a pack of them rillos

Sent them candles like the wax and we can burn up a meadow

If nothing was the same then you will never make no difference

The diamonds from the rough will rough you for your diamond necklace

Watch them corners boy you trippin', thinking backwards you could stumble

Get back up or fade to black I promise finish first position

It’s the push and the pull

It’s the rise and the fall

I don’t owe you a single thing

I don’t owe you anything

It’s the push and the pull

It’s the big and the small

I don’t owe you a single thing

I don’t owe you anything (x2)