TGIM

Verse 1: Golden Boy
I'm Politickin on which chickens is ill
Polish the grill of my whip, krills crystals impossible
Picture the bottomless pitchers of citrus
And Vodka spillin on dips top flipping a burger
Flippin the bird at a kid, rippin in pop's
Impala holla bitch
I'm saying word, custom plates sayin you rich
Shaven whiskers to chin lace, my clique clownin you fake
Nelly impersonators, your celly digis and pagers busy?
We got papers and liquors and icky chaser
And vicious legs in them dickies thats shakin their little babymakers
Got the city of Vegas' regulations with Texas'
Mickeys reppin a place that isn't the states you get me?
Yo it isn't fresh to sip booze with chicks who
Just sit and never get in the mix, dude
I've met a few ridiculous, mesh meticulous
Groomed breast bigulous women who dress sick you just
Pressin the issue and no, they ain't thirsty and no
They stay girly and no, that's the worst tasting
Bro, we gotta bounce where the thirst takes me
The found ladies get down like my birthday G
Every time he get laced a little and wasted, a
Kid'll rhyme and we get blazed and riddle
Away the middle of night, yo sittin on sand Ricky
Grippin a pipe, flame light figures in tan flicker
Kickin it off the dome, rip it with stoned spitters
Switch my flows even better when next to the ocean's whispers
While all my life I've been searching for balance
Work with talented individuals, rituals when we tappin absinthe
My GD legion we be workin round the clock to discover
Unlock the cover the secret the perfect drunken holla

Hook: Golden Boy
Thank god it's Monday
A new week to repeat but drunk and erase
The mistakes we making once
And thank god it's Monday
Though I don't believe in the fuck
I need to pick up somebody for the week to come

Verse 2: Golden Boy
Rockin the wallies that a copped on the coast
Bottom is tan
Got a problem though my moccasins slant
Walk through snow chopped a couple dollars off of the fabric Some trouble spots come from bubble double shots as a habit
I'm grabbing all that I got, stashed in a cabinet and gosh
That's a lot less, than when I last, locked the chest the West
Fresh air
Sights, the night's young the lights of the ferris shine on the horizon and flare
Like Paris but not quite, life is a nightmare
In which you find yourself deprived of the flyest of gear
You need to buy it captain, if you're rappin be quiet
I'm slappin anybody tacklin the Think Twice beat science
And keep the silence while I'm down please gazing off the balcony
Waiting for my Juliet to shout at me
And ciao, we could just post up and get it crackin, how so
Dash and intercept em at the house yo
He who hold dutch, know that when it's only
One day into the week and nothin goin on we must roll
Layin on the streets, nah, save the stems
Stead of wastin we could make a liter green tea tequila
He need la, like he need a hole in his head
But wheels only paused for a second then we peel off
I guess it's what you might call a off-day
Down time, son, around my way, it's a lifestyle
Or like a holiday, clowns keep your jaw tight
Lounge till we bounce and you'll really be aight
So do believe the hype, and cruise with us tonight
Yo cruise with us tonight
Yo cruise with us tonight, yo

Hook: Golden Boy
Thank god it's Monday
A new week to repeat but drunk and erase
The mistakes we making once
And thank god it's Monday
Though I don't believe in the fuck
I need to pick up somebody for the week to come
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