Lupe Fiasco - Gold Watch lyrics

rate me

Let's review the essential of cool

A brief study of the things so instrumental to you

That make me feel flyer than lobbys at belvenus

An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school

Now

Am I for the wrong things, my head caught a wallet

My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddy chain clock shit

My not go to college but my street smart polished

Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic

Do the knowlage, man you can't be punk from projects

Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise

Was trading in my comics I was taking them to school

One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools

Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules

Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour

Good morning singapore I'm bringing the sun with me

From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities

I am American mentaly with Japanese tendencies

Norwegian senceabilities so stay out the versinety of

Yea, yea she loves it over here

It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my fancy braud

And she full grain

So it's no words

And it's no slang

And I'm no trick

And I'm no lame

It's just so sick

That she soak game

It's just yea, yea she loves it over here

I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles

And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples

I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle

Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu

I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo

Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos

I like mott black pens and most gloomy paper

I like go-yard bags and green now and laters

Monical magazines and japanese manga

Futuring asperaticks and espn trainers

I like street fighter 2 I just really hate