Peter CottonTale

"Gold (Peter CottonTale Remix)"

[Intro: Sir Sly]
Chasing down the devil, devil
Chasing down the gods
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
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

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