The Kid Is Back - Intellectual

Intro: Golden Boy

So many times, so many times with this girl, time is up in this joint

Verse 1: Golden Boy

Yo I float through cologne spray pose for the polished glass

Holla back Gold, gosh I look okay

Socks, fat laced kicks, boxers, bare chest and legs, sweat

Trace from my red hairs to face wet

Slightly unshaven, pale navy blue eyes

A young squire, 22, Caucasians, son smiling

Blood iris, lines on my shoulders where nails dug

Latest of the scars I saved up

Mirror on the wall, here, I'm the flyest of all cheers

And sayonara self, time for some malt beers

Hit the kitchen, cracked me a frigid snack

And sip like it's the last of six packs

At midnight, rain and the mist is pristine

I'm getting frustrated tying to aim my piss stream

Dream a minute, cleanin my skin, I'm feeling sixteen again

Drift in the steaming liquid

She's a vixen, Gold you old scoundrel we did it

Shit cloaked in clean towels a toast to cheap bubbly

Lovely silk sheets, and down fleece

Duchie brown, musk of Maui

I'm just lounging, shucks I pull out a carafe of wine

For a nightcap or maybe halftime

Crazy at times, life just lay me back ride

Maybe white, maybe red, baby that's why

Hook: Golden Boy

The kid is back, crawled in out of the rain

Cuz I heard y'all callin my name

And yo, I'm back, it sounds like a hollering angel

I heard y'all callin the name Gold

(x2)

Verse 2: Golden Boy

And now I'm shimmying back, shit, I'm shimmerin

Should I have a quick fifteen minute skinny dip

In the bath, skip it I'm dilly dallyin

Dammit what type of hospitality is that, wander off pot simmerin

I'm on my way dancin backwards over jackets and clothes

Flat on the floor soaked that we disrobed

The way she said it, yo I knew it was on

Screw it let's skip the after party duke I'm crossin a thong, I was like yess'm

And now I smell it, her scent waft through halls

Remembrance of resin coated bong smoke and incense

Through a soft focus

Lens, five senses yo I sentence them all

How my deathstroke

Made hoes cross the threshold

Lookin for my lozenges, pop it and shrug

Got her moniker, fuck i forgot it, shucks

I gotta learn to listen when I'm on the piss

And givin pounds to dips, I'm givin pause by the roundest hips

Blouses, occupied with

How I grip that palm and get my brow knit

Gotta smile just a bit, are my shoes scuffed

Say it smooth, indubitably Gold, introduce us

Play it cool and groupies will show love, from

The club, to the pool, to the tub

To the boudoir, to the two-hour group hug