much it's way pass a crush And they fantasy feels real And when reality bites it cut likes a knife And I wake up asking myself (chorus) Brian & Tony Gold
: Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine That's the stuff that turns me on More than gold and money I need sounds loud and rough Like the bee the
angels' in its glory, But she was blind, The lark was blind. An old king came and took her to his palace, Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden
are... Mmm-hmm... mmm-hmm-hmm...mmm... Mmm-hmm...lam... mmm-hmm-huh...mmm...hmm... Ah...ah...ah...la...la... See the nice boys dancing in pairs, Golden earring, golden
for this boy Well it's the only thing That can pick me up Better than a cup of gold See only a chocolate Jesus Can satisfy my soul (Solo) When the weather gets rough
radio [Chorus x2] Whoa she's my little whiskey girl my raggid-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Yeah, I like 'em rough I like 'em rough
off that white We smokin that weed (we hip, we hip) Them eyes be tight We drinkin them fifths (we hip, we hip) We pimpin a bitch Our grills are gold (
plane entre la parano, le succes et la mort Jamais au point mort, je suis grille comme le feu rouge Le regard farouche, Vitry m'a marque au fer rouge
Now she's an unmarried mother With another on the way He's second rate Twisted out of shape And he looks a state, it costs so much to look this rough
t for the fame We for a change I wake up everyday with my game face on [Verse 3: Professor Griff] I saw it comin', premeditated world domination hesitated Rough
da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da) Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da) (Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep it goin') Yo, I'm goin' 4 the gold like
. . . Queen and priest . . . Trace of rouge . . . Face of beast . . . Faces . . . Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . . in an inhuman race . . . Eye of gold
built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting
possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold
bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched [*sounds of fighting*] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie
a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin