
Stay Gold (AraabMuzik Remix ft. Danny Brown) The Big Pink (Ft. Danny Brown)
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[Pre-Chorus – The Big Pink]
Forgive your lovers but don’t forget their names
And let their spirit remain
(You’re now listening to araabMUZIK)
Forgive your lovers But don’t forget their names
And let the spirit remain
[Chorus – The Big Pink]
Stay gold, gold
Stay gold, gold
Stay gold, gold
[Verse 1 – Danny Brown]
Is summin’ wrong? I think I need a therapist
‘cause all I do is take these drugs and hit the mic with arrogance
No, I think I got a problem, chronic in my story column
Pills up in my skinny jeans, the reason that I’m looking mean
Hennessey and lean, I’m off that brown with that promethazine
Couple stems of mushrooms got me staring at the flat screen
Drink so much is the reason I get violent
Smoke myself to sleep, my weed turquoise and violet
Friends say I’m depressed, I use the drugs because the stress
And if a nigga wasn’t high I’d ‘prolly shoot you in your chest
Having all these problems got me thinking rob ‘em
So I stay high like I’m walking on mountains
Leave a nigga grounded, so get the fuck from ‘round it
Before a nigga show you have to leave your face pounded
Fuckin’ with a G, nigga, get a Ron P
In the D a nigga kill you for a quarter pound of weed
Forgive your lovers but don’t forget their names
And let their spirit remain
(You’re now listening to araabMUZIK)
Forgive your lovers But don’t forget their names
And let the spirit remain
[Chorus – The Big Pink]
Stay gold, gold
Stay gold, gold
Stay gold, gold
[Verse 1 – Danny Brown]
Is summin’ wrong? I think I need a therapist
‘cause all I do is take these drugs and hit the mic with arrogance
No, I think I got a problem, chronic in my story column
Pills up in my skinny jeans, the reason that I’m looking mean
Hennessey and lean, I’m off that brown with that promethazine
Couple stems of mushrooms got me staring at the flat screen
Drink so much is the reason I get violent
Smoke myself to sleep, my weed turquoise and violet
Friends say I’m depressed, I use the drugs because the stress
And if a nigga wasn’t high I’d ‘prolly shoot you in your chest
Having all these problems got me thinking rob ‘em
So I stay high like I’m walking on mountains
Leave a nigga grounded, so get the fuck from ‘round it
Before a nigga show you have to leave your face pounded
Fuckin’ with a G, nigga, get a Ron P
In the D a nigga kill you for a quarter pound of weed
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