Painted Gold

Take money, flex that muscle
Can't stop a three day hustle
I want to feel peace of mind
Like false-trace sipping potion
Stars come out
Frank Ocean
I want to feel that open wide

Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh
We all know where the night goes
Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh

Should have known better than to cheat a friend
Shit gets real then I pretend
Hope the late text that I sent for sex will flower
Two young lovers in the freezing cold
Naked bodies, painted gold
Just wanna breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway

Painted gold, gold x4
Painted gold
Ohhhh

Such poise, so charismatic
Get numb, go spastic
I'd like to find some peace of mind
Yeah, we Starbucks y'all just vultures
Meet my electric soldiers
Sell off your pride, for peace of mind

Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh. We all know where the night goes
Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh

Should have known better than to cheat a friend
Shit gets real then I pretend
Hope that late text that I sent for sex will flower
Two young lovers in the freezing cold
Naked bodies, painted gold
Just wanna breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway

Painted gold, gold x4
Painted gold
Ohhhh

As I'm breathing her in, this art on my skin, it reminds me to choose
Noo ohhh, ohhh
As I call out her name, a slave to a game, I'm destined to lose
Noo ohhh, ohhh

I should have known better than to cheat a friend
Shit gets real then I pretend
Hope that late text that I sent for sex will flower
Just two young lovers in the freezing cold
Naked bodies, painted gold
Just want to breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway

Painted gold, gold x3
(I should have known better than to cheat a friend.)
Painted gold
(Shit gets real then I pretend.)
Gold x4
(Just two young lovers in the freezing cold.)
Painted gold
(Naked bodies, painted gold.)

Painted gold. Painted gold
Two naked bodies, painted gold
oh, oh, oh, oh
And I'll paint them gold
Yeah, I'll paint them gold
And I'll paint them gold
Yeah, I'll paint them gold



Credits
Writer(s): Curby Reid Alan, Lerche Svend, Robinson Evan Caleb
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