Testo Gold Plated (Remix)

Testo Gold Plated (Remix)

Gold, gold, gold
Gold plated
Gold, gold, gold
Gold plated

Yo, they ain't real, dem are gold-plated
Act too fake and we don't rate it
Born and raised in the London cold
I'm too young, that bullshit's old
Look, don't know what you've been told
Nah, don't know what you've been told
Tell that ting bring back my receipt
Cuh I don't know what dreams you thought you sold
That's a big no-no
Gold-plated, that's a no-go
Yeah, that got swerved
Man had to kick that
Back to the curb
You get back to the dirt
I'mma get back to the work
Never been one for the crumbs
Better leave that for the birds
Thinking I'm the man now
All part of your plan now
Had me flying outbound, inbound
This town, that town, doing what you want now

I can see all that is shining
Won't be made of gold
Your fantasies I leave behind and
Girl, deep inside you go
When I found you
The way you made me feel was real
You had me fooled
Your heart was so gold-plated

Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated
Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated

Every single lie now
Has an alibi now
So unnecessary, be straight now
Everything I loved about you, I hate now

I can see all that is shining
Won't be made of gold
Your fantasies I leave behind and
Girl, deep inside you go
When I found you
The way you made me feel was real
You had me fooled
Your heart was so gold-plated

Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated
Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated

Talking 24 carat gold-plated
Oscar-nominated, toe-shaking
You in the wrong biz, baby, should act for a living
Cuh you tricked man from the beginning
Background way too sketchy
Ex-bruddas, way too many
Lot of baggage, way too heavy
I don't give a shit about no gold digger
I don't give two fucks but I save two pennies
How your skin too gold but your heart dark?
How you chatting 'bout class in a car park?
You got a real short memory and it offends me
Cause I remember when you wasn't getting entry
Now you're in the west end, very trendy
Got a brand new best friend with a Bentley
And a [?] living Marbay and Miami
Cause of some brudda with a GRAMMY

I can see all that is shining
Won't be made of gold
Your fantasies I leave behind and
Girl, deep inside you go
When I found you
The way you made me feel was real
You had me fooled
Your heart was so gold-plated

Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated
Gold, gold, gold
You were gold plated
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