Gold
[Verse 1: Macklemore]Everything is gold, everything is equalPosted on the porch just chillin', me and my peopleEyelids closed, gold sun shines onThe world’s coated in the gold KrylonYea, and these days days daysThey never run awayGold tints, shades, that block out that golden hazeTake all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the caseAnd g-g-give it awayMy gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavensAnd every shrine that existed in time meltingTombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bellsWhen everything is gold, who cares about the carats?They say that gold's the skin of the godsYou can’t take the band there when you’re goneI’ll tip over that kiosk in the mallAs the sunset falls into tomorrow
[Hook: Eighty4 Fly]Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand soldSlick Rick Gold, rope on, hella coldAnd we stay fresh, so fresh head to toeGoldschlager faded, 14 carat platedSo we’re feeling like goldFive hundred thousand soldSlick rick gold, rope's on, hella coldYea we’re feeling like goldSo fresh head to toesGoldschlager faded, 14 carat platedSo we’re feeling like gold
[Verse 2: Macklemore]Alright now we open up that car doorHop out, hope they notice usThroughout society we been locked in that cobra clutchMore gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober upDitch Jesus, In Gold I TrustI solemnly swear to wear my cross and stuntSeparate myself by sticking out just becauseThat’s how you illustrate power and who you’re aboveBut nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it backCrack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bankTake whatever they want, we party and give thanksI've been rocking gold chains since P was in the tankYou only live once, you only live onceWatch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bumCause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin’ upPaintin' the globe gold, two steppin’ on the sun
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Oh oh oh oh ohToday we’re feeling like goldOh oh oh oh oh
[Verse 3: Macklemore]Gold coins, gold phone, gold carCosts at least 10 racks to get 16 gold barsGold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntinUnder these gold trunks, that’s 2 golden nuggetFlyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of ‘emPast the Space Needle, golden shower on pedestrians"Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my eagle and he shouldn’t have"My ego got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruhAnd it’s gold, two girls gold brassLounging on the water, feet in the gold sandSipping on Orangina, arms around them both pantsThey’re sipping Olde English right out of a gold canTwo girls, gold spandex so prettyThat girl ain’t even gold, she just got golden girl tittiesI’m kidding, everyone is gold in my cityYou paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get itGet it get it get it..
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[Outro: Eighty4 Fly]Oh oh oh oh ohSo we’re feeling like goldOh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh oh