Lawrence Mulrooney - Gold lyrics

Twilight to Machine Getting heavy in the zone I'm a young Charlie Sheen Seen chiefing on dro Pack sound loud as a brick of the blow Shorty put the p**y on cloud now you know Coming from the middle to this top floor roof view Dylan spitting fire like a Dy-lan flu Fly tense making the band excuse the mess The maids absent Ice caps with absinthe Tripping like a drinking chick drinking St Patrick Moshing with these foolish muthaf**ers, they ain't having it See the lime light now I'm like I gotta grab it Got a rap habit, Delaware B-Rabbit Beaware I come peace Symbols and goodbye greetings I Tend to think of we In the age of the selfie I Contradict, slip this in ya sip Twit pic my dick real quick Middle finger polish Trenches like galoshes On my oh my gosh sh** Got sh** locked like keys to the black box Planes, trains, automobiles and pit stops I can't stop won't stop Young gun coming for the gun shop I got one shot One mic and a full thought Bad little b**h gimme head while the ink drop High since high school High when the ink drop ... You ain't seeing what I'm saying we ain't in the same region I was born in Coliseum when the people was a fleeing I was steady screaming freedom while the people hailing Jesus I ain't never need a preacher Living how I lead You can see half behemoth all decent All my dreams are free see no evil indeed Hear what I speak you see demons are really what you make I ain't never made a wish I was put in existence With the mind I was given it was written In the book soul Get to the gettin for getting is gone Especially when getting is getting the Gold