Life’s Work

Lyrics
Hook: Golden Boy My life's work, my my life's work Yo to relax and write, my life's work (x2) Verse 1: Golden Boy It's a hot one I gnosh gum squinted in the sun Even in the tinted prism top flippin songs on the system Minute long cuts clip along vintage mix lost tapes list Wish it plays long listen Wait, honk, hit it, and take off quick I relate hot spit I created in a meditative state for the clique While the weekday percolate again Rain marinate hoody hair ingrate Pool by the gate fuel make a rainbow Next twenty looks just like the one that I spent Check hockey pools on the bluetooth internet On the futile trek for a devil chops baby ruth I got words from New Guinea words from t dot Extra hot words from Lonely city and one fifty proof pop Figure out just how to make party by committee again So let me bust out the sequel right quick Hook: Golden Boy Yo it's a whole lot of trees down in Saturday night A warm breeze rollin past so pass the black light And flash a tight skirt Smash the ice glass with sprite Yo to relax and write, my life's work My life's work, my my life's work Yo to relax and write, my life's work My life's work, my my life's work Yo to relax and write, my life's work Verse 2: Golden Boy It's a hot one, pop open the locks in drop tops And rollin the windows to bottom position in flip flops And socks, ignition switch turn like a clock Tick and the wind blow over my fist gripping the shift box Indo, brought the fridge wobbly pops And double fist risk trouble from the policy cops Swap spots kid I can navigate in the ride While the princess in the back baptizing the dry Incense consensus, lets commence to hang out, shall we Gangs in the heated out valley Crooked in the club when the chorus come it is sung hoarsely Tongues that wanna touch mad pussy Tuck em boy analyze the drum noise Dj spun run followed by run with Jadakiss, gully choice Hook: Golden Boy Yo it's a whole lot of trees down in Saturday night A warm breeze rollin past so pass the black light And flash a tight skirt Smash the ice glass with sprite Yo to relax and write, my life's work My life's work, my my life's work Yo to relax and write, my life's work My life's work, my my life's work Yo to relax and write, my life's work A whole lot of trees down in Saturday night Pass the black light Yo it's a whole lot of trees down in Saturday night Pass the black light
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- Writers
- Golden Boy (CAN)