Specifics - That's Just Gold lyrics

My couch basement
Layin in the cut about eight
It's rainin outside
My mouth dry like I was just blazin
Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way
Or just a phone
Fuck it though it ain't essentially
Linked to me bustin flows
My bro, cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a
Dozen cols suds and smoke too
So if it's booze, then I must've known
The crew is cruisin cross
The second narrows bridge and got tickets
To a show, you set to go? They heard crickets
Gut laced with hunger pains
Maybe another day
He chuckled and sayin son if you
Must we could hit up Subway so it was on
Rolled equipped with old timbs and
Flip my bridges on
So I could get rich like any pimp to broads


Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip
In shotgun while guzzlin a sip
My coffee mug is topped to the brim
Nod to kittens in the back
Man fat passed his service in Europe
He hit the gas the bitches passin' me Bourbon
As I capped it I was jokin with
Them folks from the fairer sex
So Joe was on the phone
The girls a go are we there yet?
I'm laughin, no
Let Abten know the plan for the jam
Is to meet in the street
And have a smoke before we hit the VIP
He's like peace, click
And reach for the weed quick
And chickens in the back ain't
Doin nothing but gigglin
Shit a man in my position
More concerned with that jigglin
Mental note, player, fuck the front
Later sit with them
I'm seein hearts like it's heaven
And the lemon hart helps
Young men and women get a good
Start as the whip darts
Though the dark elements and Pettit take
Us where we gotta get
Cause the real party starts at eleven kid

The 80 of gin my name on the list
The lanes that we switch that's just gold
The ladies are twist just babies in whips
A Canadian prince that's just gold

Rollin down the window kid
Skippin on the disc
With the chicks poking him
Yo we got any disco?
It's Joe with the conference call phone
Blowin up with y'all folks
It's already at the club, but we got it all
I stole a glance up in the
Mirror at my hat and stuff
Wasn't starin at them ladies in the
Cut and wearin nothing much
Wink she flashin me ivories
Teeth sink on blunt wrap
Pass that reef beside me, she tongue that
Jealousy of ya lime green
Beverage torrential hail
The high beams as we french inhale
It cut back as the engine wailin
Through the guts of hastings
Reach down my legs it's Van Halen
Yo she's got it
I wanna get our shuck and jive goin
If we gettin drunk I'm lookin
Forward to the ride home
They said the club is yes bumpin, son
All I see is wet road refection
Cold leather on my neck it's the west coast
Gray depths of the old growth oak
Though at such place they become death tones
Go runnin red
If you see the fuzz duck your head miss
The whip will seat enough if we had one less
And get your fist up speedy
When you spot a cyclops
Or a beetle on the street or off a sidewalk
It's worth a six pack, pass the shit back
I'm finna get blasted we missed the first act
And Joey's chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us
Suppose me, I don't give a shit
He's indifferent
Soon as I blink, now she wink
Should be a good week
The sweetest thing of any evening
Is the pre drink

The 80 of gin my name on the list
The lanes that we switch that's just gold
The ladies are twist just babes in whips
A Canadian prince that's just gold

Specifics a list
Lady you bitches you crazy if
You think we ain't kid (that's just gold)
Everyday motherfucker