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Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix by Sir Sly album cover

Gold - Peter CottonTale Remix

by Sir Sly

Lyrics
Chasing down the devil devil
Chasing down chasing down yellow yellow

Chasing down the god
And I hope you find

I hope you found your dream

Chasing down the devil devil

Chasing down chasing down the devil devil

Chasing down the god
And I hope you find
I hope you found your dream

And I hope you find
I hope you found your dream

Twice in a lifetime mouth made of metal gold

Ice in the light shine bright 'til the bezel implodes

Blow the roof off the coupe pull the curve back returned that saying
Blood in my veins still red as a rose

Spent it all on a carpet
Slipping on my blue suede shoes
On a path but a Jesus piece on my carcass
Let a couple karats cast on the car to carry my coffin
To the mausoleum trapped out the crib like Macaulay Culkin

Gold on the ceiling

They want to get my
Mother Mary would you move a rock to make it back
Or bag a brick to build a bridge
That's big enough to never get back home

Now you're gone

Now you're gone

Now you're gone

Whole world tryna put gold down from the throne
But we just trying to get paid when you turn the radio on

And what did you say back to me

Dreaming old maybach cruising
Maybe talking crazy but I want it

A hundred thousand ways to choose it

Who the hell is out and who's in

Trouble maybe I'm too subtle

Mouth is made of metal metal metal

Pocket full of yellow yellow

Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find

I hope you find your dream

And darling never settle settle settle

Chasing down the devil devil

Chasing down the gods
And I hope you find

I hope you find your dream

It could never be real as magic

My daddy used to have that candy caddy
I used to like the one with tinted windows
With the inches on the wheels the gear shift all by it's automatic

Beating up myself with all them hits I could've been wrote

Run that race relaying ran into a couple friends

Roller coaster they'll drop you prolly when you least expect it
Saddest falling lonely landing softly on a plateau
Poor me poor me I should pour me up some chateau
Tell Geoffrey to bless me this a toast
And I'm burning a couple bread loaves
I just got back pass me a pack of them rillos
Sent them candles like the wax and we can burn up a meadow
If nothing was the same then you will never make no difference
The diamonds from the rough will rough you for your diamond necklace
Watch them corners boy you trippin' thinking backwards you could stumble
Get back up or fade to black I promise finish first position

It's the push and the pull

It's the rise and the fall

I don't owe you a single thing
I don't owe you anything

It's the push and the pull

It's the big and the small

I don't owe you a single thing

I don't owe you anything

It's the push and the pull

It's the rise and the fall

I don't owe you a single thing

I don't owe you anything

It's the push and the pull

It's the big and the small

I don't owe you a single thing