Good As Gold (Mixtape Version)

[Verse 1]
Where are you from, where are you from
Where do you think I should go
Let me love, let me love
Let me dream in the storm

I carry the lord, I carry the gold
I'm doing what I've been told
It's good as gold, good as gold
And I found my new job, come on
(Doing what I've been told)

[Verse 2]
I find myself, I find myself
I find myself when I speak
You look so bleak, let me pick
Why do I feel so thick

I carry the lord, I carry the gold
I'm doing what I've been told
I want to love, I want to love
Let me give you some more
Listen

[Verse 3]
[?], never factory
Crew full of banks and we all so radical
Know they soft where they still sabbatical
Stand up guys, man, we just laugh at you
Wake up when we carpe diem
Won't rest till I chill in a mausoleum
[?] everywhere, that's a car we'd be in
[?]

[Verse 4]
I'm way past my prime and this shit's just hard to stretch
Find my deals and it's all so Kafka-esque
Set up all at night, start 'em and I'm off my set
(Piece of shit) Lo-fi beats on a tape cassette
Lights go out like a flick of a cigarette
Crowd screams, don't look down, that's just silhouettes
That's how I start a show, make the speaker blow
Megahits 3000, like they love below

[Verse 5]
Spend time in [?], more time one got at home
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Straight-fi also droppin' [?]
Bow-bow, we aren't repeatin', we load on them man back with a fresh batch-batch-batch-batch-batch
Get high every day, I got a jet pack
Been blowin' these trees from [?]
Now I'm cuttin' 'em down, better step back
Fruits of my labour, yeah, I crop that
[?] for my glass, I net that
Wreck it; wave it, mash up, don't care, still gets that shop
Dickhead; chat shit, come then your face will get smacked up
Don't talk; let's get active right here, don't try act up
Bad boy
Husky loops