paroles de chanson Fools Gold - Andy Mineo feat. Sho Baraka and Swoope

You need something real
Baby that ain't never gon last
That just fools gold
That ain't treasure, thats trash
I know it look nice
I know it look nice
But thats a rip off, for that price
That ain't treasure, thats trash
Cuz its ain't never gon last
You spend your time tryna get your clothes on
That stuff, when we get to heaven we gon walk on
A problem baby, our heart is never satisfied
Clothed with righteousness and still have a naked eye
I struggle, my heart always wants more
The only Christ they see on me is Christian Dior
I was a slave to fashion, see my chains
Ralph Lauren and Ed Hardy were my masters names
Washed by the father, stay clean
I can still be tight without the skinny jeans
I got eternal swag, thats the new fashion
I see clearly now through my Son Glasses
I know some sisters, who stay shining
You can ask pearl or ask diamond
The real treasure im filled with
I know its deep, I hoping you can dig this
You need something real
Baby that ain't never gon last
Thats just fools gold
That ain't treasure thats trash
I know it look nice
I know it look nice
But thats a rip off, for that price
That ain't treasure, thats trash cause it aint never gon last
You say its Louis on my two feet
Its ooh ee when im through the streets
The cuties say "cute sneaks"
And them shoes sweet when the dudes speak
Nothing under a hundred, stuntin on 'em mean nothing
Im frontin but oh they love it
Im ahead of my class and passing
Got a passion for flashing satisfactions and fashion
Yeah homie im a tag popper
Making you sick, call the swag doctor
These threads is concealing my flaws
For i am fulfilled by applause
I guess pride is my idol now
What imma do when these items go out of style?
This ain't treasure it's trash
I know this pleasure won't last
You need something real
Baby that ain't never gon last
Thats just fools gold
That ain't treasure thats trash
I know it look nice
I know it look nice
But that a rip off, for that price
That ain't treasure, thats trash
Cuz it ain't never gon last
I know it looks nice but that won't last
I can't front i like nice kicks and new clothes
I like giving old school records new flows
I like money that I make when I do shows
But when I abuse those they fools gold
Now let me tell you what i mean
I could make something good, a God thing
Turn all my wants into needs
Holdin on to perishing means as supreme
It seems, people want pleasure for a season
Instead of seeking the God who's eternally pleasing
For some reason I thought that I wouldn't be lonely
If i had women all on me
I couldn't buy joy with the paper
My good deeds never bought God's favor
Find my currency faulty
Im so glad that the Christ came and bought me
Livin that
You need something real
Baby that ain't never gon last
That just fools gold
That ain't treasure, that trash
I know it look nice
I know it look nice
But that't a rip off, for that price
That ain't treasure that's trash
Cause it ain't never gon last
I know it looks nice but that won't last