Gold Skeleton

By Cheldon McQueen

On Strangers

Released on June 11, 2013

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[Verse 1]

Damn

Thought you'd be here forever

But even weathermen can't predict the weather

I could nose dive off the most high into a kettle

But drowning doesn't help It only makes you wetter

Hear that?

The screams

The cries

From all

Inside

When the hearts

Collide

I've screamed

I've cried

Let out

My soul

It's seems like every time I blink it's another year old it like It started as a dream two years ago

Wasn't tryna be deuce bigalow male gigolo

But these girls kind of act like they never really seen a hero

In case you're wonderin'

Golden autumn on they wishing summer would end

And somewhere along the line I heard, that I should meet some better people

But the more dramatic life is only makes for a better sequels

Just because you better people that don't make you better people

The black pharaoh in black camaros they pledge allegiance to the


[Hook]

Hasty decisions in a room full of doors

Sittin' here waiting for the fumes to perform

Must be a pharaoh I'm in tune with my soul

So when I die bury me in a tomb full of gold


[Verse 2]

Gold skeleton

So I can live forever

Through my rhymes and my style I'm-a live forever

They try to lock me down

Nothing major though

Oh, so you sick with the rhyming?

Well I'm vicks vapor rub

Welcome to the table where we're tryna get our paper up

Autumn got them stinging like the freshest of the paper cuts

Queen candidate for the freshest of the millennium

That's why they want to know my intel like pentium

Haters, I got plenty of them but I never gave a fuck about any them

I might be gone for a long time

For what? killing em

Welcome to the coast where

We strive to ride on vogues

And our speech a little slow cause there's syrup in our throats

And the girls like a guy who isn't your average bloke addicted to snorting coke or classified as broke

High standards

Or at least that's what I'm telling them

They just want to die with gold around their skeleton


[Hook 2]

Hasty decisions in a room full of doors

Sittin' here waiting for the fumes to dissolve

Must be a pharaoh I'm in tune with my soul

So when I die bury me in a tomb full of gold