The Midas Touch Lyrics

Enchanted

Table full of gold

Table full of gold

Threw it up, i don't got enough smoke for my lungs

I don't got enough smoke for my lungs

I can feel the love

Now go run it up

We don't give a fuck, yeah, yeah

The stars turn to dust

What's with the fuss, hush

I swear to god, nobody can do this shit just like us

Ode to the gods, i'm with the gods

I feel like odin, the god

Shoutout to me, shoutout to everyone making my beats

I put their name after 'prod'

Can't feel shit from the face up

Bitch i'm about to face one

Run it up gotta get the paper up

My heart beat like the bass drum

Friday the thirteenth, i was born, i been the goat, yeah from day one

Bad flight, in the night time

Better drive fast, i'm a pharaoh

It's a fast life, not a bad life

And for that last flight, i'm scared, oh

I feel like a hero

Came a long way yeah, i used to be on zero

Weird hoes, stand clear of those

That guap not far i'm real close

Yeah

Set a ride for home

Yeah i touch the sky i grow

We set the sail for home

Oh, woah

Get high for your lows

Oh, woah

Yeah, get high for your lows

Oh, woah

Yeah, get high for your lows

Yeah, get high for your lows