Lyrics A Little Bit of Gold - Greaseball

Microphone check, 1, 2
But that just aint enough to get me through
Till the end of the month
When the vengeance is up
Having friends aint enough
I guess having friends aint enough
You gotta work
And yeah, I do my dirt
And yeah you know it hurt me to say these things
But I've been doing cool
I ain't been doing great
But simply as of late, well I've changed some things
I could tell you 'bout the packs of the flame we delivered
I could tell you 'bout the game moving cain by the river
I prefer to just refrain from the tales for a minute
Cuz I'm trying to get my brain out this pickle
I'm trying to maintain just a little
These are just the things that we're living through
It might make you strong but deep down, it's killing you
I ain't ever cared for the expression much
No future left with our past right next to us

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip

Remember those days of old when you were crazy
Shit I'm still crazy so
I'm talkin 'bout a couple days ago
Down at the agency
Trying to get a job, being slob wasn't paying me
Enough to right the wrongs that I'm trying to evade but see
The lady wasn't gracing me with any type of attention
The receptionist was lacking the reception
Up against rejection, saying that I needed some direction
I reflected, found the answer deep within my heart
How can this shit be the end if we aint never had a start
And how we supposed to ride or die if neither one can drive a car
And why the fuck I'm still alive if I can't make it out this far
One day, I'll think about the days of old
And how a young soul, is still paved with gold
Before the weight of the world tries to make it cold
I'm just trying to make it out I'll take my things and go

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip

Some are born with silver spoons, some are born with nothing
Except these oranges that warranted some cold discussions
Hug my grandma, tell her sorry for the morbid fussing
Stay up out the ghetto, go to school, and just ignore my cousins
Bet. This inspiration it is fleeting
Give an hour maybe two before I revert back to beating a dead horse
Sleeping on friends porches
Drinking my ends more
We aint in love, what are we having sex for
Life is but a dream when it seems that it's endless
That's when I start to get reckless
I'm just trying to flex, maybe session
When opportunity called, I said leave a message
No regrets, bump DOOM, runnin' dolo
Since I came up out the womb, wear my wounds like it's Polo
I could croon, catch the blues, I don't know though
I kinda like being all alone going solo like

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip

Gimme gimme this, gimme that
Still with the shits, no slack
Gimme gimme that, gimme this
Got a little bit of gold but it came with a chip