Gold Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (Ft. Eighty4 Fly)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Everything is gold, everything is equal
Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people
Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on
The world's coated in the gold Krylon, yay
And these days, days, days, they never run away
Gold tints, shades that block out that golden haze
Take all the gold from the pawn shop that lives behind the case
And g-g-give it away
When gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melted
Tombs open, Dookie ropes on the pharaohs
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
And they say that gold's the skin of the gods
You can't take the Band-Aid when you're gone
Now I, now I-I-I, I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall
As the sunset falls into tomorrow

[Chorus: Eighty4 Fly]
Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick gold rope on, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh, head to toes
Goldschläger faded, fourteen carat plated
So we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick gold rope on, hella cold
Today we're feeling like gold
So fresh, head to toes
Goldschläger faded, fourteen carat plated
So we're feeling like gold