Common - Gold lyrics

[Common - Gold lyrics]

So we made it to this same end of the road
And we picked up lots of
Chicks and pots of gold
How I made it out with my
Soul, Ohh, ohh! Ohh, ohh!

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days
Indigenous people
These are adventures of
Young black millionaires
I am the voice of
The meek and underprivileged
The smell of success
I want y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like black
Slaves through the wilderness
I write it
And still get invited to white Christmases
When I was born
Three wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner
They cracked the bottle then
Started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the
True and living is
Separate the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending
Drunk nights with storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see Hennessy blending
Writing my own scripts like
I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like
A born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, story is redemption

I'm sitting at the top, I'm not alone
I'm standing here with my
Soul, Ohh!

Feed our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it rained on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain
Make these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my creed's Apollo
On the rock and roll with
The coldest live show
For those before I came
I made the song cry for 'em
Lyrical gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimanjaro
Like Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo
Check my youth revival
Truth inside flow
I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any live yo
Is libel to get banged like
Things that rival tribal slang
From the pride we'll reign
Kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more than the title
Your idol

So we made it to this same end of the road
And we picked up lots of
Chicks and pots of gold
How I made it out with my
Soul, Ohh, ohh! Ohh!
How I made it out with my
Soul, Ohh, ohh! Ohh, ohh!

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