Stay Gold

Uhh. . .

 

(start at 0:11)

 

I woke up without a hangover.

Thank God 'cause I hate being sober.

Playing Red Rover as I smoke another bowl.

Out of my mind? Nah, I'm just a little extra into my soul.

Stayin' gold has taken it's toll, taken ahold.

And I've become just another generic mold.

 

Sorry, I dozed off -- this level of tired can't be controlled.

This level of intellect can't be sold -- so, I stole it.

Fold it up and put it in my pocket for later.

Writing letters that cater to the masses views.

Here's a massive screw you to the youth.

If only you could find your muse young and never use.

Never abuse.

And lately I've been just searching for a noose

Searching for a bruise from the likes of Zeus.

Lookin' for anything to boost the way that I choose

to live my life, so excuse me while I'm sippin' Grey Goose,

asking "What do I have to lose from this booze?"

Better yet, start servin' 'em up in two's.

My mind is a zoo; never had a crew;

Sitting back sniffin' glue while I search for the truth.

And my heart is blue

And my heart is blue.

Damn.