paroles de chanson Gold Soul - AR Paisley

I think that my souls turned gold put the Grabba in the blunt
Then light it and burn slow
We here
Light it up
I think that my souls turned gold put the Grabba in the blunt
Then light it and burn slow

Since the 8th grade, Fridays was payday
Monday we get the half and then split it in 8 ways
Made it snow in July while smoking the gateway
Devil at my door just trying to maintain
But
Why you tripping bout' the bills I pay
Double RRs on the hood they bout' to feel my wraith
Feel my wrath, fuck it I can't feel my face
Then turn the speaker to 100 I can feel that bass
I saw some people quit Xans and started to have seizures
Baseball bats to the head gave me' amnesia
Fuck book smart I'm learning how to read people
More than half evil they leave you if they don't really need you
I don't need to ask cause I see though
I see thru the lies we ain't equal
Now they gon' despise how I teach through the rhymes that I speak
And the lies that they speak leaving em' lying beneath
But they can't reach where my minds even reached
Cause my minds at its peak think its time to release like fuck it
I call it freedom of speech I'm a voice
For the voiceless I'm freeing the streets

Like
I think that my souls turned gold put the Grabba in the blunt
Then light it and burn slow
Light it up
I think that my souls turned gold put the Grabba in the blunt
Then light it and burn slow
Light it up
Light it up