Golden Gospel
He ain't got that spark (No!)
He ain't got that lighter (No!)
He ain't got that passion in his heart that you desire
He ain't working in the kitchen
Or ever doing dishes
Or keeping you in mind when he's out there on his missions
I'm the man in the city
Damn I look pretty
Let your tears turn to diamonds
Wear the rhinestones when you're with me
Got the honey from the bees (Uh-huh)
Money from the trees (Okay)
Found sand at the beach and grass on the green
But now I gots to move on
Never meant to do wrong
Loved her last week then cut her out like a coupon
Sharks in the water
Floatin' like my father
Virgo is the season and it's only gettin' hotter
Know some boys who want me dead
They're calling for my head
But I'm like Alfie with the dough
Watch me slice 'em like it's bread (Hi-ya!)
Got a busty lil mama
Cooking me lasagna
Screening all my calls
That's my lil Jane Fonda
And she drive a Honda (Honda)
And she super classy
Boy you wouldn't owe me shit if we had settled this like last week
Accounts are getting longer
I look a little stronger
Funny how the music make 'em grow a little fonder
And we sing c'est la vie
Every player pass the ball to me
What a shame that she couldn't see (What a shame!)
What a man that I turned out to be
Yeah!
And that's a golden flow
But you already know
And don't you question me now
Cause I go and go
And the tickets sold
And the glitter gold
And she do what she want she a centerfold
Damn!
Woo!
That's the gospel
He ain't got that lighter (No!)
He ain't got that passion in his heart that you desire
He ain't working in the kitchen
Or ever doing dishes
Or keeping you in mind when he's out there on his missions
I'm the man in the city
Damn I look pretty
Let your tears turn to diamonds
Wear the rhinestones when you're with me
Got the honey from the bees (Uh-huh)
Money from the trees (Okay)
Found sand at the beach and grass on the green
But now I gots to move on
Never meant to do wrong
Loved her last week then cut her out like a coupon
Sharks in the water
Floatin' like my father
Virgo is the season and it's only gettin' hotter
Know some boys who want me dead
They're calling for my head
But I'm like Alfie with the dough
Watch me slice 'em like it's bread (Hi-ya!)
Got a busty lil mama
Cooking me lasagna
Screening all my calls
That's my lil Jane Fonda
And she drive a Honda (Honda)
And she super classy
Boy you wouldn't owe me shit if we had settled this like last week
Accounts are getting longer
I look a little stronger
Funny how the music make 'em grow a little fonder
And we sing c'est la vie
Every player pass the ball to me
What a shame that she couldn't see (What a shame!)
What a man that I turned out to be
Yeah!
And that's a golden flow
But you already know
And don't you question me now
Cause I go and go
And the tickets sold
And the glitter gold
And she do what she want she a centerfold
Damn!
Woo!
That's the gospel
Credits
Writer(s): Brennan Butler, Frank Richardson Rocks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.