Текст песни Good As Gold - Bryce Trent , Sumchai

Good as gold
Singing in the streets
Oh, its gold

Beam me up God I′m a cockroach
I say I'm fine but I′m not though
Everyone here says I'm hot but
They haven't seen my Picasso
They haven′t seen my Picasso
Fear be a lot like Gestapo
Fiesta a noche with bottles
But I feel like Dia de Muertos
No man dies just once, that′s life
I just wanna make beats, sleep, and write
If I can serve God on the mic
Serve God every night then I can be at least as nice as Christ
But they wanna see my doing something else
They only see college or a cell
Or me living in the streets digging for a meal to eat
But momma I don't do this for my health
Don′t know if this'll work
Goes to show we′re all just guessin'
Just know if it works
You′ll be the second one I mention
We all gonna get blessed
We all gonna get blessed
Whether it's the end or the beginning I feel I'm winning regardless
So Father if I′m forgiven then we′re-

Good as gold, good as gold
Singing in the streets
Wrist is gold, neck is gold
Everything's at peace
God prevailed for the souls
Heaven′s at our feet
Thank the Lamb blood was sowed
Now we get to reap, get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap)
Get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap)
Get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap, get to reap)
We're good as gold, now we get to reap, get to reap

Good as gold, good as old
First we planted seeds, yeah
Watered them by reading ancient knowledge of the trees, yeah
No one knows who will grow deepest of the roots
But we′re certain of the Certain One who surely speaks the truth
I'm the proof yeah
Here I am
He told that his son will never be a man
But I changed that
God now and I claim that
Wise words yeah I say that
I know now you don′t bow down if you want that
Then proclaim that
My signature's worth all of it
I'm taking over, I′m calling it
Yo, here ye to the young kids of the pyramids
We got the stars lit on that Cheech and Chong
The weak is strong
Faithless man he sings my song
Faceless man he fathered tree
I sowed my soul it′s time to reap like

Good as gold, good as gold
Singing in the streets
Wrist is gold, neck is gold
Everything's at peace
God prevailed for the souls
Heaven′s at our feet
Thank the Lamb blood was sowed
Now we get to reap,
'Cause we′re good as gold, good as gold
Singing in the streets
Wrist is gold, neck is gold
Everything's at peace
God prevailed for the souls
Heaven′s at our feet
Thank the Lamb blood was sowed
Now we get to reap, get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap)
Get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap)
Get to reap, yeah
Good as gold (Now we get to reap, get to reap)
We're good as gold, now we get to reap, get to reap

Ink
Every drop falls swiftly off of my sink
My lips hold that rich gold that only my mind could think
My mind is black
My thoughts are whiter than the man who branded my back
But it's fine see (Fades out)