Golden Hour

Every morning I wake up, gotta get me right
Mental stimulation then I write, all through the night
I'm wearing Gucci bucket, Cool D Ladies Love it
Get excited, ride it right, 30 minutes, whipping off it
I'm taking local detours, my dick was soaking in whores
I'm want meet mi amor, so where is she at
I'm calling every station, asking, is she in rotation
Cause I can't find her anywhere, running low on patience
She said she on a summer diet, liquor and weed
Pool parties, had her crew going, swimming in heat
Planning to keep, but now maybe leave in the street
Cause Donald Goines told me "son, only pick her to sleep"
So I'ma take advice, where advice is given
Shooting dice in a classroom was not forbidden
My history a bit confusing, I know it is
You don't even know what I am doing outside of this
This silly game is not suiting you, I don't understand
The premise or the rhythm that it got you moving to
I want to see you beautiful, and not titty shaking
Ass dropping in the club cause you unusual
Maybe I'm asking for too much, girl let me know then
I'm not the type to be all sweating you if you are frozen
The hour getting golden taking pictures on the balcony
All to see, how your beauty got a hold on me



Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Konopatskiy
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