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Adrian Lau - Gold (Lyrics on Screen and In Description)

Hoe-p yew in-joy I OWN NO COPYWRITE Lyrics: [Hook] I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind) I’m in my mode You talking about cash, I’m talking about gold. (i’m talking about gold) You talking about Living I’m talking about soul. I’m talking about forever you talking about hoes. (You talking like hoesss(?)) Yeahhh Writing on the wall, Krylonl in my lungs Sip purified rum, walk to my own drum Run winter like cum ( CUMM ) Better see ‘em on the hump and the jump and the dirty ass with no bird in the trunk do work with the whip and the bird in the front we alert for the cash and the first to the punch get it like a landlord on the first on the month Run with the sky with the earth in the blunt So the way i shine in between the dirt and the sun I’m a perv with the purp and we serving the skunk to the girl with the donkey and serpent tongue i’m from the city where we grew up on the dips and the flow moves by, she just wanna do a dip you can a sip if you only want a lift and a sixth with a strip if you really wanna trip looking through the mist caught up in the mix with a miss could have learned something but she’d rather have bliss my education was sick and my boy medication to see what i made from a flip Hurry resign, You got decisions to make but you taking your time Powder all up in your brain, that’s how you “make-up” you mind. Just Victims of fatal design. Voice 1: “Well, what have you got for me?" voice 2: “John Doe. Between 25 and 30 years of age. Cause of death of death looks like OG.” voice 1: “Over gold, yeah. Any signs of foul playing” voice 2: “No sir. Looks like a case of just too many Gold Chains.” [Hook] I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind) I’m in my mode. You talking about cash, I’m talking about gold. (i’m talking about gold) You talking about Living I’m talking about soul. I’m talking about forever you talking about hoes. (You talking like hoesss(?)) YUPP Roll through sin city like bruce Black boots going Bobby Booshay for the blue face For the new face, For screw face, For the Two face Suit: Lace. Sittin’ on new plates Little love, little molly, little voovey One way trips, i’ve been living out of suit case Getting paper like the paper had a due date Still probably spend it on wheels. no new pay. Juice stay spilling so it’s never all white I’ve been talking shit but really she could get in on sight On the Boulevard with a hoodie blowing goodie If you’re really from the city, you could pull it off light. unn (WOOOOO) Fly like Virgin America (Virgin America) Rare like a virgin American (virgin American) I’ve been on the verge of Delirium Reading words on the walls of the Pyramids Ignorant Shit~ I hit ‘em with the venom of spit A cynical prick, You sweeter than a cinnamon stick The general of a generation who genuinely is never giving a shit. we all living with a limp. un. Selling pills, yeah I’m flipping the script I turn booze into drug news, shitting a brick hitting the kush and i drift off in the abyss Good as it gets, This about as real as it gets (WOOOOO) I’m in my mind (i’m in my miiiiind)