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golden - joseph cook lyrics

(falling sound)
(crash)

[life excerpt #3: joseph cook, beatsbymike, & demigod]
yo, yo, why are white people always barefoot, man?
(’cause you know they like to…they like to imitate the blackies!)
no, no! the only-no…listen. the only black man who barefoot in his house is donald glover. every other black person is-
(that man strange as f-ck, though)
(true)
straight, white people always barefoot
(naw, oj simpson look like he the type of person to go barefoot)
yeah..
(oj simpson look like the type of person to k!ll a n-gg-)
’cause he ain’t wanna get blood on his socks!
(he ain’t do it!)

(tell me when you feel the vibe
tell me when you feel the vibe, yeah
tell me when you feel the
yeah)

[verse 1: joseph cook]
i should be applauded for my wake up
still breathing for no reason i can think of, like
grab the twenty, leave the phone for the takers
the sh-t that it been screening, god bless whoever takes up, yeah

they eyes wanna follow me
i hear the whispers, i’m the cause, i know i gotta be
how i’m rising with a fall that still be haunting me
and still get the bill for whoever wanna ball to me?

my wallet empty but these n-gg-s say that talk is cheap
and still dap me up for all this sh-t, they really honor me
but man, they truly oughta be, sh-t, i’m f-cking hard to be
and hard on beats, and hard to beat, and harden if they guarding me

paranoid if they ain’t onto me
and steps ahead if they be watching me
d-mn, they really think i’m who they wanna be
but beyond the aura, only gold outside my box-to-be

they wanna know who gone be next up
got ’em looking like i really got my rest up, still
stumbling in puddles and tripping all through the cement
that’s an oldie, if you caught it, then n-gg-, the flames blessed ya

god bless you, i ain’t been the same since my check stub
paint my bed with tears and get dressed up for the next one
toss my head back, no doz gone make my chest pump
breathing getting harder, hydros, and pray the rest come

they on me, i can tell they wanting something outta me
they peep me in the halls and they be glancing way too cautiously
i’m giving it my all, at least i think i’m giving all of me
’cause when they ask for harder, i be scared that ima hollow me

i don’t keep a drop for me
i don’t get to talk to me
cause all my words are leased and i see n-gg-s wanna call ’em, please

give me time, i’m still searching for peace of mind
and when looking for piece of mine
i see pieces with names -ssigned, like

i see pieces with names -ssigned
i see pieces with names -ssigned, yeah
pieces with names -ssigned
still searching for peace of mind, yeah

i see pieces with names -ssigned, just
give me time, i’m still searching for peace of mind, yeah
i see pieces with names -ssigned, just
give me time, i’m still searching for peace of mind, yeah

[monologue: joseph cook]
honestly, i couldn’t tell you much about him
i couldn’t tell you what god thinks about in these times
i’d like to think that he has it all figured out
but i couldn’t tell you that, in all honesty
i can tell you he looks like me
i could tell you one thing about god, that no one else knows
god
drinks
whis-

(ending sequence initiates)

[life excerpt #4]
(whatcha watching)
just this stupid movie about going back in time…which is awesome!
(awe, i wish i could go back in time)
hm, if only there was a way…
(i kind of built a time machine in my room but i don’t know if it works or not)
you built a time machine?!
(what?…sometimes, i get bored, sometimes…)
and you didn’t tell me about it?!
(what?…sometimes, i get bored, like i said…)
i would say this friendship is over. but that time machine is so freaking sweet!
(i know!)
oh yeah!
(yup, this is it! so, wanna try it out?)
oh cr-p!
(okay, let’s do this thing! act it up! this is how you act it up!)
just like the ps2!
(i know!)

[life excerpt #5]
(whatever, sing me a song)
i don’t know any songs!
(sing ‘my humps’ you were just doing it)
i’m not singing that!
(boy…boy…boy, stop!)
you can see but you can’t touch!
(you can look but you can’t touch it!)
see, she sang it
(you sang it)
you sang it!
(sing ‘my humps’)
naw
(please)
i don’t sing that
(please)
ask fergie!
(please, baby boo?)
i don’t do that

(well, tell me a story…)

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