Gold Soundz

Go back to those gold soundz And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, It has a nice ring when you laugh At the low life opinions And they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself 'Cause we need secrets We need secrets-crets-crets-crets-crets-crets Back right now Because I never wanna make you feel That you're social, never ignorant soul Believe in what you wanna do And do you think that is a major flaw? When they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around With your knuckles ground down The trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself because it's secret 'Cause it's secret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret Cre-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun And you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty, and I'm empty And you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December That I won't eat you when I'm gone? And if I go there, I won't stay there Because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that Word for the last word Last words come up All you've got to waste

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