Testo Fool For Gold

I spitball ‘til i hit walls, I risked all
Got addicted then kicked it now withdrawals
Not talking about ATMs
I chase dragons made of paper but they ain't pretend
Yeah, there's a bit of hustle in my blood
I've learned to come up with the buck from doing something that I love
But trying to be a master of my craft
I took something that I loved and put a dagger in its back
I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home
I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home

In the blink of an eye
The branches on this family tree reach to the sky
I preach to the choir trying to breach the divide
I guess I'll catch up on my sleep when I die
But miss me with me condolences no days are dark I pull these crumpled up ones out the mason jar
Trying to sprinkle them on the things that break my heart
Remember the edge of the coin is razor sharp

I sing for the rich and cheapen my gift
As soon as I finish a few of these things on my list
I ‘ma have more time to be with my kids
Time and money get the same thing but neither exist
I leave home go from casinos to cathedrals
Yeah I've seen all that filth, put lives on my blade
Put ink on my quill is this high that I chase a placebo or real?

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home