Treasure - Dream Mclean, The Last Skeptik, Matt Wills

Digging for the same gold, same gold, same gold

Digging for the

Same old, same

Oi, what’s the time?

Never mind, just know it’s now

I’m tryna go around the world, not just watch it going round

Never slowing down, never throw in towel

Forever ride the wave, shore, never flow in doubt

Look at how he’s flowing now, one-time flowing

Run through your whole side like a young Mike Owen

Boeing, seven foot seven

I’m ready to fly 24/7, some rain or snowing

Yeah, cause the vision been 20/20

Way before a Freddo cost you twenty pennies

How much time have we got?

Barely any

So get it now, experience life while you’re sitting down

Spending time on your own, start thinking outside of the box

Start living outside of your phone

I’m here to stay, you can scribe it in stone

Or you can find me at the side of the road with a shovel at the bottom of the

Rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old, the same

Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole

The lengths we go for a little bit of gold

And we don’t even know what we lose as a result

But would you rather live broke or live alone

Figaro, figaro, figaro

So magnifico, please, will you let me go?

Galileo, shooting for the stars, if you didn’t know

Say, bro, it’ll blow my mind if you didn’t blow

Cause the flow so remarkable

Regime, we lead, we nuh follow

Like sheep, sheep, you see, we

Heading for goals like Geronimo

Meep, meep, too fast, you don’t get a sneak peek

One day, find me at the top where the peak peaks

And all of my team eats

Until then

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old, the same

Yo, uh, some are born for better things like Geminis

So I’m tryna get my cheese, not Mini Cheddar size

The revolution will be televised

Going to a lot of homes and a little genocide, it’s

Do or die, suicide, who am I?

With a little bit of luck, we can make it through the night

Pants sagging like I’m on the bandwagon doing crime

Should’ve really seen it coming but we never knew the signs

Digging for the pot of gold, pocket the receipt

Nonstop until my body’s on a beach, preach

Got me putting on the pounds, who’ll be clocking what I speak?

Eyes heavy like I’m never watching what I eat, breathe

Yes, I like my women thicker than a thief

So I roll with a trick up any sleeve

So the money talks

In the whip, playing cartoons where the bunny talks

You can see me digging with a fork at the bottom of the

Rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old

You can find me with a shovel at the bottom of the rainbow

Letting all my days go

Digging for the same gold

Same old, the same