Return2Gold

[Chorus: Britain Parker] You’ll tell me stories I’ll show you pictures You’ll be beside me When we return to gold You know I’m sorry I’ll have forgiveness You’ll be my only When we return to gold [Verse 1: Sene] Uh, but until I’m back again And all you snobs like rap again I’ll go find folks more passionate Before I ever put my whole or my half in it Uh! I’m on my way into the press box And you trying to cop yourself an Xbox I’m taking off my guest(?) , it’s so strange Lift like my thought process, see how lost I get They say that he’s bipolar And he buys nothing except for roll-ups He buys something for his chums to smoke Same time tell ‘em, “watch for the undertow, bruh” This game’s got kings and cobras Act same way like pimps and hoes does So the Jakes wanna catch and hold us Say, is that a rapper or the wrestler Gold Dust? We got chains, but don’t got masters School of hard knocks, don’t got classes Street shit, beat shit, tested, passed it Came from dust and returned to ashes [Chorus] [Bridge: Sene] No, don’t nobody stay gold No, everybody gotta grow And you can see their cracks, and you can see their faults When they unfold I said, no! Don’t nobody stay gold No, everybody gotta grow And you can see their cracks, and you can see their faults When they unfold [Verse 2: Sene] You can’t take nothing for granted I work for mind, you understand it? I know folks who don’t work They’re jerks, they bitch and moan, sit at home and demand things They just want a rich spouse to marry it Not do shit like Rob Kardashian Got a whole team just to help with management They don’t even really know what they’re managing But go ahead bring the cameras in Send the flicks in, we’ll examine ‘em We don’t wanna show our bad sides And fans still think we’re perfect as it is And that’s that shit that makes it hazardous Little girls getting their tits fixed as a diss (?) Now I think about that air-brushing That you do to fix your stomach in all them ads you in Giving you abs again And they ain’t even full-grown, but theirs gotta look like yours though And you do it reverse for getting old That ain’t how you stay gold [Chorus] [Bridge]