TGIM

Lyrics

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 (x2)