We at The... - Specifics

Intro: Golden Boy

Yo, yeah uh, what are we doing here, destroy, destroy

Verse 1: Golden Boy

When we swing in everything is gutter like England

Covered in pink lights and Etruscan kingpins

The type that’ll fight night fuck your life up

With rights are righteous word tricks and trifling

Hotel is homebase the hq

We came through smelling those ruthless Canadian brews

Young felons in the park with spark lit

Seeing the parchment sparkling jewel

And they believe in it too

Darkness and frequent tunes shifting too loud to choose which of the two sounds

we drift through

From the outside entering lift area

Room filling with blue mist mary is with us

Various bars buried in bitches

Squad just detach, and dispatch, and dismissed

On the Blackberry interstate crosshatch plains

Mans all across lands with a plan that’s shoddy nefariously

The last minute insanity rock pretty dodgy

Wristwatch synchronize I’m thinking I better get to drinking, live

Cause the kid is all vibes from the Lincoln

Hook: Golden Boy

We at the club

The crux, the influx

The crush

The mix up

The blood

The jig’s up

The bus

The mcdick’s rush

The blunt

We at the kiss, we at the club

Verse 2: Golden Boy

I had a inkling the ship ain’t sinking even if the night pinking

The eyes link, blink, make it lengthen (lengthen)

The vibe’s strength originate from the place

And I might break into a rhyme situation

We gettin laced, why you hatin

Either nodding my way or bobbing in syncopation

Weeded holler at a hot cheetah hat trollop

Cheeba tat small of the back, leader of the pack

You be the queen bee moller, I’m chuck boy

Believe you me, we could all use a jd

A taller bold choice, a cold moist alcohol taste socially I hoist on

Occasion

So good like to make your acquaintance

And toast to the joints that’ll make us all famous

More to the point shout what your name is

Shout what your name is

Shout what your name is

Shout what your name is

Shout what your name is

Yo, okay I get the point man save it

Hook: Golden Boy

We at the club

The crux, the influx

The crush

The mix up

The blood

The jig’s up

The bus

The mcdick’s rush

The blunt

We at the kiss, we at the club