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Gold Watch by Lupe Fiascoالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Gold Watch by Lupe Fiasco

     

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Lets 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
Lets 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 (?) jeans, my head quareter wallet
My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddy chain clock shit
May not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off 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 mentally with Japanese tendencies
Norwegian senseceabilities so stay out the vicinity of

(Bridge)
Yea, yea them niggas over there
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

[Chorus]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy broad
And she full grain
So its no words
And it's no slang
And I'm no trick
And I'm no lame
Its just so slick
That she so game
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here

(Lupe)
I like zip tea candles and my Horishi sandles
And Vita sunglasses, purple murder service samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good designer Junior Wontanabi got genu
I like Yoshi Yamomoto 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 two I just really hate Zangeif
Only Ken and Raku I find it hard to beat Blanka
Keep a wee ninja hanging and the 'UNKLE' album banging
If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of

[Bridge]
Yea, yea them niggas over there
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

(Chorus)
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she's soul (so) plain
Got a couple scars
And one of those long names
She a fight a nigga
And cause with no shame
And her ex-man had a bag of that coke-cain
But she yea yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here

(Lupe)
But my most coveted thing is the high self-esteem
And a low tolerance for them tellin me how to lean
See the most important parts of the one that aren't seen
The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king
Now if GOD don't like ugly ain't to happy bout this
See I got ignorances in of me so stay out the vicinity of

[Bridge]
Yea, yea them niggas over there
It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

[Chorus]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she's soul (so) plain
Got a couple scars
And one of those long names
She a fight a nigga
And cause with no shame
And her ex-man had a bag of that coke-cain
But she yea yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here
Its just yea, yea she loves it over here

Writer : PAULTRE, JACO WASALU
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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