Golf Carts & Robe Sleeves

Watch me pull up slow
In the white on white
For a fool's gold
I won't sacrifice
In the Truman show
Keep me up at night
That's a new hublot?
Face cold as ice
It's unusual
So I roll the dice
Like a beauty show
This ain't nothing nice
That's a Uzi rolled
And a fight or flight
This a movie loaded up
And I ain't running from it

But I've been down on Front street
Living too comfortably
I can't let them touch me
Can't let them corrupt me
When I let the blinds slide
See them in my blind side
I can't let the vibe die
Guess I gotta find time

All by lonely
You know what, I'll leave it to the OP
Took too much, I hope I don't OD
Killed off some parts of the old me
I had to, GOD showed me
I was bleeding from the heart
Dying slowly
Now it's golf carts in robe sleeves
Still have flashbacks, but it's only that
Gotta learn to live with my past



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Poyerd
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