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Don’t need no road map Just need the sun Point me towards the coastline Don’t matter which one Don’t need no fortune teller Telling us where to be All kinds of karma, baby Sitting right next to me You and me got everything without the hype Tank of gas, a little cash, a bag of ice And we'll be gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We'll be tipping sombreros Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road Gold Baby, we're gold It's a great big world Full of great big problеms Letras de cancionesBut which song we're playing next Is thе only one we're solving Hammer down to Alabama, down the road Queue up, ramble on, we'll sing along and rock this roll And we'll be gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We'll be tipping sombreros Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road Gold Baby, we're gold If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' We got a sky with no limit, a sky with no limit If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' There ain't a thing that we're missing, a thing that we're missing If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' Keep diggin' Gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We'll be tipping sombreros Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road Gold Baby, we're gold Gold Baby, we're gold From Letras Mania