Golden Bottles, Blacked-Out Hearts
Lyrics
Intro
Low voice
Nighttime, ugly money
Bottle glow on a bloody table
Chrome on my hip, chain on my neck
Whole place prayin I stay stable (hah)
Mid voice
Black glass, red ice
Strip lights cuttin like knives
Every dude here got a past
Every past worth five lives
High voice ad-libs
(Yuh)
(Load it up)
(Spend that)
Chorus
All voices
Gold on my teeth, black in my lungs
Whole club smell like war and rum
Big bills, thick smoke, dead in our feelings
Drunk off the blood of a million dealings
Low voice
Vodka in the veins, sins in the cup
Every damn night, we still level up
If the reaper waitin, tell him hold that line
‘Cause my gang still rich and out of they minds (yeah)
Mid voice
Cash in the air, girls on the floor
I’m too deep in to be poor
We ain’t goin home till the sun look scared
We ain’t goin home ‘cause home ain’t there
High voice ad-libs
(Pour that)
(Throw that)
(Shoot first)
Verse 1
Low voice
Walk in, doors part like the Red Sea
Bouncers look down, still don’t check me
Face tatted up, wrists like a jet ski
Keys to a car cost more than your best week
Chrome tucked low in the club seat
Finger on the itch where the love be
Shorty on the pole, eyes locked on the safe
She can smell cocaine in the cuff of my lace
Mid voice
We don’t dance, we lean
Dark corner with a sick team
Every bottle like a crime scene
Condensed sin on the smoke screen
They know my last name ‘round here mean danger
Bartender treat me like a god, like a stranger
Said, "You boys cursed," we said, "Bitch, we blessed"
If heaven got a list, we ain’t on that guest
High voice ad-libs
(Aye, run it)
(Turn it up)
(Too rich)
Pre-Chorus
Mid voice
I see my reflection in the chrome of a gun
In the glass of a bottle, in the thighs of someone
You call it lost, I call it won
‘Cause the dead don’t spend when the deal is done
Low voice
If I trip, I fall on cash
If I bleed, I bleed on stacks
If they shoot, they shoot my past
But it all bounce off this mask
Chorus
All voices
Gold on my teeth, black in my lungs
Whole club smell like war and rum
Big bills, thick smoke, dead in our feelings
Drunk off the blood of a million dealings
Low voice
Vodka in the veins, sins in the cup
Every damn night, we still level up
If the reaper waitin, tell him hold that line
‘Cause my gang still rich and out of they minds (yeah)
Mid voice
Cash in the air, girls on the floor
I’m too deep in to be poor
We ain’t goin home till the sun look scared
We ain’t goin home ‘cause home ain’t there
High voice ad-libs
(Top floor)
(Spend more)
(Don’t stop)
Verse 2
Low voice
Outside, valet scared to park it
Murder on the mind, paint on the carpet
Doors swing up like they tryna take off
Same way my soul wanna break off
Engine sound like hell in a cage
Phone full of names, all ghosts, all rage
I’m the last one standin in a world gone cheap
That’s why the seat leather smell like deep sleep
Mid voice
Cig burn holes in a ten-grand jacket
Flame kiss fabric like it love bad habits
Girl by my side got eyes like static
All she want is pain and a black card added
She lean in close, say “You look so numb”
I say “That’s what you get when you live off crumbs