Gold (feat. Rebel Legato)

[Verse 1: Bruce Bayne]

Gold feels good on my skin it makes up for all the scars
The clothes the cars this stuff is all but ours
R & R in arm chair back pack full of zippers zip zip it
Sped off in a silver civic was wizard no magician
Know the difference slave to the system. t mobile sim in
Ulating , you taking some pictures
Museum smoking weed reading a brochure
I remember going back for some clothes and some closure
So i could fuck. never over till its over till october
Took an oath for nothing love is a dope word but if it don’t work fuck it
We save the daylight. soul like de la
Mind control hold my data
She like the way i weigh a gram and lay a brick
Let em try to get threw the trident skin, 3 layers thick
Not in arabic the tattoo is sanskrit
Got it on the sands of a virgin islander trip
If this my life i like my chances
Call my phone in ten years my wife will answer
On the wheel like a hyper hamster, hyper-extended hamstring. while i write an anthem find a handprint crime scene
Young bruce had nothing to do with looking dumber than smart cars
Love had nothing to do with disease the heart caused. wardrobe of a lion and the war drones army armoire
On a lighter note I’m lighting dope don’t want war

[Hook]

Peace, peace love. Peace,peace love. all i want is. Peace love
All i want is peace love. All I want is

[Verse 2: Rebel Legato]

I'm trying to be the next Socrates how will history remember me
Rebel spread love because that's only who I am ain't much else I could be
Maybe an emcee a vigilante I got the freedom of speech keep the mic handy every time that I speak
I spit heat cause the city cold I'm TCG
Pardon me but if you step on my jays it's RIP
Made a level seen the future then quantum leaped
Into my own soul my own mind like deeper than deep
I got control over my own time that's all that need
But really cash rules everything around me
The part where the planet breathe
I'm stuck on a blunt that chief take a break for a week
Get in tuned with a new woman
I've been immune to love
I top dog her with a glove then it's back to the bluff

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bruce Bayne]

I’ve been on bullshit haven’t called my momma bear back
Real people love me I’m not unaware of that
Unemployed to the real world i am unattached
Wish me all the love cause I’m gonna need it bad
Give me all your love are you gonna need it back
Don’t bit the hand that feeds i feed it back
Microphone don’t even tell me how i need to rap
I might never make a dollar i don’t fear the facts
Fuck the chitter chat i ain't setting cheddar traps
“dumb it down" something that you better never ask
You’re made of gold i made you know i treasure that
I hate the globe som much its hard to measure that
Pretty much still chasing them waterfalls
Fake busy everytime my grandfather calls
And its really hard to put down the mozoltov
Ive been writing everything to get this novel off
Not involved not at all in the rise and fall of a know it all couldn’t problem solve but I’m proud of all the work that i put in then i evolve
Not just a civilian a super civilian never stall
Never stop. never rest
I don’t even got time to second guess
I call seconds firsts cause i got no time for second best
Save you with the clutch. no seconds left