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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania