Can’t move my bones get so heavy,
Sleep long and stay out of sight,
Head voices so overbearing,
But two pills a day get me right,
I keep on, keep praying for those better days, better days,
I’m warring with my mind, I’ll beat it every day, yeah,
But when we step out the gang looking fire,
Could be crying, could be glitter in our eyes,
Who needs gold? Do the most, that’s the style,
Throw your hands up high, we won’t tell you twice,
So paint the shadow on my lids,
But I’ve got my hell printed on the inside,
Smile on some Midas shit, golden,
So cap the feelings in my brain,
As long as I’m good in 4k,
I keep on, keep praying for those better days, better days,
I’m warring with my mind, I’ll beat it every day, yeah,
But when we step out the gang looking fire,
Could be crying, could be glitter in our eyes,
Who needs gold? Do the most, that’s the style,
Throw your hands up high, we won’t tell you twice,
There’s needs time to think or feel just let this rhythm move you flood your brain,
There’s needs time to think or feel just let this rhythm move you its insane,
There’s needs time to think or feel just let this rhythm move you flood your brain,
There’s needs time to think or feel just let this rhythm move you its insane,
But when we step out the gang looking fire,
Could be crying, could be glitter in our eyes,
Who needs gold? Do the most, that’s the style,
Throw your hands up high, we won’t tell you twice,
But when we step out the gang looking fire,
Could be crying, could be glitter in our eyes,
Who needs gold? Do the most, that’s the style,
Throw your hands up high, we won’t tell you twice.