Gold

Uh, acid tabs fucks my surroundings up
Skeletons surround me, fuck, fuck, fuck you if you doubt me
I've got all these different options, uh
All this fucking money, yeah
All these funny pills make shit spin around around me, yeah
Ay, uh, I'm not doing shit in advance, uh
Sipping on a bottle fron France uh
I'ma put you in a, uh, uh
I'ma put you in a trance, uh
Topping it off before I go, uh
Taking a rip then I blow
Life is a carnival so I just
Go, go, go, go

I would hate to spend another day alone
I would hate to keep it gone
I'll become tired of reaching you
So I'm probably gonna toss away my phone
Why you say I was gone
Why you telling all these people shit
That you know is not true
But it's kind of makes sence cause you were always fucking wrong
Oh my shit like, oh my god, it's beyond bisarre
Bitch you're retard
Fuck this subject cause it's way too dumb like
How's your day been? How's it going?
How many bitches has you been on?
I always tryna find the positive in the negative
But it's hard to do
So now I'd rather find the positive
Than to let the negatives fuck you too

I look through my window
I see a bitch
Cooking all this magic brownies
In my mama's kitchen
Ay, I aint a snitch
I can fuck a pussy
If that pussy really rich

Uh, acid tabs fucks my surroundings up
Skeletons surround me, fuck, fuck, fuck you if you doubt me
I've got all these different options, uh
All this fucking money, yeah
All these funny pills make shit spin around around me, yeah
Ay, uh, I'm not doing shit in advance, uh
Sipping on a bottle fron France uh
I'ma put you in a, uh, uh
I'ma put you in a trance, uh
Topping it off before I go, uh
Taking a rip then I blow
Life is a carnival so I just
Go, go, go, go



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Writer(s): Albin Fransson
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