Take money.
Flex that muscle.
Can't stop, everyday hustle.
I want to feel, peace of mind.
Like false-trace sipping potion.
Stars come out.
Frank Ocean.
I want to feel that open wide.
Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh. We all know when the night comes. Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh.
Should have known better than to cheat a friend.
Shit gets real and I pretend.
I hope the late text that I sent for sex will flowers.
Two young lovers in the freezing cold.
Naked bodies, painted gold.
Just wanna breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway.
Such poise, so charismatic.
Get numb, go spastic.
I'd like to find some peace of mind.
Yeah, we Starbucks y'all just foldgers.
Meet my electric soldiers.
Sell off your pride, for peace of mind.
Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh. We all know when the night comes.
Ohhh, oh. Ohhh, oh.
Should have known better than to cheat a friend.
Shit gets real and I pretend.
I hope that late text that I sent for sex will flowers.
Two young lovers in the freezing cold.
Naked bodies, painted gold.
Just wanna breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway.
As I'm breathing her in, this art on my skin, it reminds me to choose.
Noo ohhh, ohhh.
As I call out her name, a slave to a game, and destined to lose.
Noo ohhh, ohhh.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend.
Shit gets real then I pretend.
I hope that late text that I sent for sex will flowers.
Just two young lovers in the freezing cold.
Naked bodies, painted gold.
Just want to breathe fire to your gypsy soul, but anyway.
Painted gold, gold x4.
(I should have known better than to cheat a friend.)
Gold x4.
(Shit gets real then I pretend.)
Gold x4.
(Just two young lovers in the freezing cold.)
Gold x4.
(Naked bodies, painted gold.)
Painted gold. Painted gold.
Two naked bodies, painted gold.
oh, oh, oh, oh.
And I'll paint them gold.
Yeah, I'll paint them gold.
And I'll paint them gold.
Yeah, I'll paint them gold.