Oddisee, Metronomy - The Gold is Mine lyrics

So get yourself fixed up
I'll take you out around town
I swear you'll never witness
Anything quite as fine
Thank god, the gold is mine

Not bronze nor silver im forever winning
Not the given but my own definition

Thank god, the gold is mine
Not bronze nor silver im forever winning

Not the given but my own definition
Thank god, the gold is mine

Take a seat in any city I know spots to eat
The rougher side of town im around
A less is proper bleak
Made it Paris without the use
Of a private jet
Check in an Ibis yet check me
Out im the flyest yet
They exhibitionist still we both
In the exhibition
For them to be seen and for
Me to see the collection listen
Most of my people theyre missing out
On the point of living
To be rich or enriched is our own decision
Prone to the latter but most
Of my people isn't
They focus different they tend to
See me as broken vision
Man, look im trying to be a leader
If im shining well thats the
Blind leading the blind
Women want me because they
Think I complete 'em
I just compliment them better than
Some nigga thats beneath 'em
I ain't talking bout remarks about their
Hair or what they wear
Im just a puzzle piece when mothers start
To ask when can I meet him
Yeah, yeah, I know my road so we rolling
We in a part of town where
I know she don't be going
Prices rather cheaper the decor
Is rather meager but, it's nice
It's all about the spice that they throw in
Light life off I ain't showing, for real

So get yourself fixed up
I'll take you out around town
I swear you'll never witness
Anything quite as fine
Thank god, the gold is mine

Not bronze nor silver im forever winning
Not the given but my own definition

Thank god, the gold is mine

Not bronze nor silver im forever winning
Not the given but my own definition

Thank god, the gold is mine

Im so last minute dot com
I have you sitting next to palms
Where the weathers rather warm
And thats the type of shit that I be on
Spontaneity with charm and it ain't
Costing me an arm
Legs up as im looking at the Adriatic
My hustle off down time young I gotta have it
But not for long, yes im a workaholic
Drunk off the feeling of getting it cracking
Thinking of something put it to action
And seeing it happen laying a snare
Layered with clapping and
Seeing them clapping
Conversations finding their way in this
Shit that im rapping
See it's all about exchange it
Ain't all about the fame
Im living upper middle class and
People hardly know my name
Cause the dollars that I gain ain't
At the course of rotting brains
Im from a time thats been
Forgotten where the scholars entertain
Music with the message
Message with the music
Records for living reckless and
Records for wreck improvement
Practicing what im preaching good and
Bad in me meeting
Too much of one or the other
And your perception is skewing
Fix up and care less of others doings
Visions all about results what
You pursuing man

So get yourself fixed up
I'll take you out around town
I swear you'll never witness
Anything quite as fine
Thank god, the gold is mine
Thank god, the gold is mine