Gold

Composed by：Nicholas Gale/Jonathan Adam Mills

Go on and tell your friends go put your best dress on

Go on and keep on acting like you're number one

Don't blame it on yourself you've always done it how you done

Ooh girl you're getting old

Quit acting like a child you should know that you've been wrong

Hanging in all these places that you never been before

I warned you 'bout these people I know what they're looking for

Oh all they want is gold yeah

And I wish that we were back at the bottom back where we started

Drinking out the bottle getting into trouble

We were thick and thin but that was everything oh

Go on and tell your friends go put your best dress on

Go on and keep on acting like you're number one

Don't blame it on yourself you've always done it how you done

Oh girl you're getting old

You think your s**t is gold

We never had no diamonds or red bottoms where we're from

I wish you would remember all the places that we've gone

I'm tired of the show yeah-yeah

All that glitters isn't gold yeah-yeah

And I wish that we were back at the bottom back where we started

Drinking out the bottle getting into trouble

We were thick and thin but that was everything oh

Go on and tell your friends go put your best dress on

Go on and keep on acting like you're number one

Don't blame it on yourself you've always done it how you done

Oh girl you're getting old

You think your s**t is gold