FOOLS GOLD ft. BLANK FACE

Working hard, all you do is break an arm, mining till the break of dawn

Who knows, you're messing with fools gold

Working hard, all you do is break an arm, mining till the break of dawn

Who knows, you're messing with fools gold

Trying to reach the peak, it's a tall order. Your reason to achieve, should hold importance

If you slip like Denzel, fall forward. Nah, you've already fallen

You're the pathway people walk over, the cold shoulder, known as the gold coma

Sniffing to be rich, seeking compliments. You wanna own the vowels before understanding consonants

You're not the one people talk to but talk over

An apostrophe, taking shortcuts. An imposter please, the real you is nauseous