Teksty:
My Morning Jacket Golden

. Hot on my skin again. Feelin good a thing I'd never known before what does it mean to feel? millions of dreams come real a feelin' in my soul I'd never

hot on my skin again. feelin good a thing i'd never known before what does it mean to feel? millions of dreams come real a feelin' in my soul i'd never

earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas Yep I'm on there throwing up my set shit Spinnas with

gettin' fetti Niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti Mario Andretti, money coming fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning

trick She gave up the poo-poo for not one cent She didn't pay, fuck it I kept the hoe Every morning at 6 a.m. she was leavin out my window The close homie

ordered potassium, calcium Carbohydrate scotch with sodium She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my

and I got da A and da K if y'all want it I'm making way for my homies Ya better not sleep, stay awake for the morning It's young Carter come and get it

in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my Cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan You can catch my in that president

smoking my cheap homegrown That Mexican Lettuce sure gets you stoned You cotton-mouth so dry You'll drink the water from my bong You like Cencimilla Red and Acapulco Gold