Fool's Gold

Miss me with that wispy weak shit
Imma write the anthem
A hundred reasons and one to let the stress go
Smooth as cocoa butter, cooler than coca-cabana
I'm the idol man, no idle hands, and I can't stand
Idle fingers neither, I've been tweaking like I'm teething
Itching to be different and my brethren pagan heathens
Making shitty deals with demons, double crossing Eden
Eat the fruit and spit the seeds, immediately scheming, like
Keep it on the low, like my eyes when they glow
Keep the shit alight, I feel lighter in my soul
I could fly to heaven, I could finally know
If it's what they promised us, or if it's all a show, like it's

Fool's gold, fool's gold
Middle of the summer, I'm still feeling this cold
Fool's gold, fool's gold
Can't be satisfied off of money you stole

Miss me with that villainous intent
I can smell it on your breath
That money disgusting, but I pay rent
Gotta work to live, but I won't live to work
If I don't work it out, then now
I'm out of options, possibilities are limited
Own a business or be owned by a business, take your pick
It's sick, but no sick days, no paid leave
No way to be, and I
Keep it on the low, like my eyes when they glow
Keep the shit alight, I feel lighter in my soul
I could fly to heaven, I could finally know
If it's what they promised us, or if it's all a show, like it's

Fool's gold, fool's gold
Middle of the summer, I'm still feeling this cold
Fool's gold, fool's gold
Can't be satisfied off of money you stole
Fool's gold, fool's gold
Middle of the summer, I'm still feeling this cold
Fool's gold, fool's gold
Can't be satisfied off of money you stole