Fools Gold Tom MacDonald
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[Intro]
Yeah
Hahaha
Oh, man
They ain’t gon' like this one, yeah
(Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 1]
Everybody's addicted to something, cup of coffee or a substance (true)
TV show or tryna get that money or being a jerk in the comments (oh)
Too many clothes for their closets, too focused on deposits (yeah)
Too drunk, too high, you guys too dumb, too often (ayy)
Y'all want more money, more liquor, more weed, more strippers
More cars, more clothes, more fans, more homes, more chains, what for? (Huh?)
Destroy the planet and pollute the water, y'all consume the garbage and refuse the problem
Y'all ain't taking that Versace with you when they put your body down inside a coffin (haha)
I appreciate what I got, I don't need to hate what I'm not (not)
I don't need Gucci shoes or a Louis belt, or nothing from Saint Laurent (nope)
It's been ripped jeans since sixteen, my crib clean, I'm chillin’
(chillin’)
I've been me since kid dreams turned real life, it's no different, y'all are
[Pre-Chorus]
Fake, fools gold on the chain
So obsessed with being cool, y'all are lying to our face
Man, it's fake, that ain't diamonds, that ain't flames
That's some shit you got online, I know exactly what you paid, y'all are
Yeah
Hahaha
Oh, man
They ain’t gon' like this one, yeah
(Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 1]
Everybody's addicted to something, cup of coffee or a substance (true)
TV show or tryna get that money or being a jerk in the comments (oh)
Too many clothes for their closets, too focused on deposits (yeah)
Too drunk, too high, you guys too dumb, too often (ayy)
Y'all want more money, more liquor, more weed, more strippers
More cars, more clothes, more fans, more homes, more chains, what for? (Huh?)
Destroy the planet and pollute the water, y'all consume the garbage and refuse the problem
Y'all ain't taking that Versace with you when they put your body down inside a coffin (haha)
I appreciate what I got, I don't need to hate what I'm not (not)
I don't need Gucci shoes or a Louis belt, or nothing from Saint Laurent (nope)
It's been ripped jeans since sixteen, my crib clean, I'm chillin’
(chillin’)
I've been me since kid dreams turned real life, it's no different, y'all are
[Pre-Chorus]
Fake, fools gold on the chain
So obsessed with being cool, y'all are lying to our face
Man, it's fake, that ain't diamonds, that ain't flames
That's some shit you got online, I know exactly what you paid, y'all are
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