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golden (soul food) - songer lyrics

{verse 1}
if it’s me against you then bless
if it’s me against me then i might fall short
if you can’t see that i’m one of the best that’s peak
what the f*ck you got eyeb*lls for
man said he wanna put a knife in me
makes sense, everybody saying that i’m top drawer
me i’m like 5 foot 10 if she took 6 inches then i’m not 5 foot 4
either addicted to love or addicted to hurt but were far from junkies
don’t ask, yeah i’m comfy
i play when the sun goes down like arctic monkeys
trust me she ain’t trust me
wake up thinking she loves me
her lingerie leaves me dead in my tracks
not the first time i’ve been stopped by undies
something like marley and me i cried when i first heard back id rather you cheat
that hurt me, sad but actually certi
nickname turns when a barman serve me
me and that barman serving my date
got something in common we both wanna make her a p*rnstar
hotel and 4 star
that’s hardly a fish out of water
you man are sheep this is lamb slaughter
my notes page works as a hand warmer
that’s factual
automatically cold
and i don’t need manual
nah and i don’t need *n*logue
i pay some serious money to stumble across my catalogue
and i got more than a tuck i’ve spat a lot
i stay zipped so i get to the bag a lot
man i’m at least in top 2
when i bar like this man will nod their head like it was illegal not to
tapping their feet and prompt you
blow man i got to
over the top yutes
if you know what you want n0body can stop you
trust me, working yourself say f*ck you
then watch how the money can buck you
if i explain myself then it wouldn’t make sense
i’ve never once worried about talking to women or worried i wouldn’t make friends
think i’m just easily stressed
start running from things when they making me tense
the constant feeling of letting myself down
friday comes and i’m letting my health down
that hardly a turn of events
i haven’t had a beer in like 3 days
maybe i’ll drink like 15 estrella’s
swear that b*tch d propellers
way that she off to the chopper
not gonna stop her
if a girl does me dirty minor block but
i’ll get to the bag like high school locker
dirty eye will clock her
notice the hate but i’m vibing proper
[verse 2]
i heard this beat and i said don’t tempt me
just wanna right when my heart feels empty
don’t ever tell me to post on my stories
i give you stories
i give you diary entries
different
you thought this was fiction, isn’t
my flaws ain’t hidden i spit them
so when you hear those words i live them
sometimes in life it’s all good to just take a minute man
just sit down, re*evaluate
your anxiety is lying to you
stop listening to your brain all the time and listen to your soul
you know who you are
just take a minute i promise
[melody]
i’ve been away to say
away to say
when life is hard remember your golden
think of your soul
and get away from your head

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