Anderson .Paak, Milo, Nocando - Heart of Gold (Chain) lyrics

I was up in Berlin maybe it was Belgium
Talking up a whirlwind pretty young thing
Nobody's for certain riding her wave
God, she was surfin' two hearts hurtin'
Broke beat perfect to like pain
Sweatin' like rain on my (chain)
Left a little stain was she runnin' game?
I know I was runnin' game but

I wanna live i wanna give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions i never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
(Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain)
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
(Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain)

Searching for something
So we entered through the matter
To find what we needed
It's so much harder than I fathomed
My logic divided if all I wanted was a hit
Then I'd probably be famous
To be respected by my peers was
The reason I did it
Go five years in the struggle
Ain't much to a nigga
When one week of livin' lavish
Can fuck up your liver
Who needs provision when you covered
In diamonds and pendents?
Who needs the temporaries when bitches
Are dyin' to get it?
I copped the ring, I caught feelin'
Abandoned the bride
Sold that shit for half the price
Just to keep on the lights
Look in the eyes and be surprised
If there's anything worth mentioning
Broken hearted in misery, pity
But while I dwell, I owe a lot of niggas
Before I finished this sentence
I promised to make bail

I've been to Hollywood i've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
(Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain)
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
(Gold all in my watch, gold all in my chain)

Here it goes, another diatribe from Leopold
Screaming at minors not to make the
Same mistakes when we're old
I was a miner for pyrite
Now I'm in PriceRite buying pie
Tins and thin mints
Shin splints for a retired
Digger downsized signal
Thin hints that I'm a retired nigga
I'm just looking for a woman who will
Let me sing in the shower now
For a woman who doesn't
Have Dwight Eisenhower brows
I feel dumb listening to Neil Young
I recline
The spiel was sung and still I decline
The laughing track was always lethal
And I can never remember what
Size you like your frappuccinos
You say those heart pains were a fluke
Praying to Saint Luke in the morning
Never glanced up from reading Marmaduke
I'm in mourning