¡MAYDAY!、Murs - Fools Gold
Fool's gold
Digging for soul
Cause I lost my own
And I can't get home
See I'm blinded by gold
That fool's gold
Is out of control
That fool's gold
Oh
oh
oh
Fool's Gold Fe S2
I wrote this rhyme inside a test tube
And checked through
the list of stones and step stools
To climb up the ladder
and batter the best crews
I never gave a f**k
always lit the fuse
And I customized all the **** I used
Prostitutes wait for that dude
Now won't hesitate
when the stakes high noon
Tombstone
Holliday Doc
f**k all these rappers with the diamonds
in their watch
Hot
hot
hot
**** on beats
Throw my headphones on
and rock some Mobb Deep
The quiet storm will creep
and break down the breach
Get 'em out of the darkness
pull 'em out of their seats
I think we got a little
soul in the streets
But I keep on digging
to the middle of the beef
singing
Fool's gold
Digging for soul
Cause I lost my own
And I can't get home
See I'm blinded by gold
That fool's gold
Is out of control
That fool's gold
Oh
oh
oh
New kid on the 145
Living outta bottle
with a genie on my side
And a bunch of graffiti on my ride
A beanie on my mind
and the need to be alive
Thank God I survived
last night was a close call
35 in the ride and I dozed off
Woke up in the lost and found
Fell deep in some *****
and I almost drowned
Bad influence that's
how I been to it
Blinded by the gold
so I been through it
Now I gotta little
leeway on freeways
Zen Buddhist approach
to these DJ's
See they don't understand
how we relay
It's all about the he say she say
replay
Bring it all back down
for the goals
Hope I never have to
sell my soul and it goes
Fool's gold
Digging for soul
Cause I lost my own
And I can't get home
See I'm blinded by gold
That fool's gold
Is out of control
That fool's gold
Oh
oh
oh