paroles de chanson Golden Halo - Oliver Francis
Getting
high
with
your
girl,
gon′
lay
low
She
a
dime
with
a
golden
halo
If
she
want
it,
she
can
throw
it
all
in
the
bag
Right
now,
got
the
whole
thing
in
cash
And
the
interior
smell
so
clean
Matte
black
on
the
new
SUV
Paid
cash
on
the
whip,
ain't
no
lease
You
the
only
one
I
tell
I
love
Like
fuck
all
these
hoes
You
a
star
baby
girl,
go
ahead
glow
Shine
bright
with
the
lights
down
so
low
New
ice
with
a
clean
white
polo
New
whip,
raise
up,
butterfly
doors
New
crib
with
the
white
marble
floors
Good
girl
with
a
heart
just
like
gold
Stop
pretending,
girl,
you
know
it′s
not
ever
the
same
I
think
its
time
we
walk
away
'Cause
honestly
You
see,
the
feeling
isn't
there
and
it
oughta
be
We
need
a
break
Ooh,
make
your
way
out
the
door
And
now
I′m
lying
on
the
bed
side
Staring
at
your
side
Waiting
for
you
to
grow
up
It′s
something
that
I
can't
find
As
hard
as
I
try
Every
time
I
press
my
luck
And
now
I′m
lying
on
the
bed
side
Staring
at
your
side
Waiting
for
you
to
grow
up
It's
something
that
you
can′t
find
As
hard
as
you
try
Every
time
I
press
my
luck
Oh
yeah,
ay
Press
my
luck
Press
my
luck
Yeah
Press
my
luck
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