It's a gold rush, I was drilling
I could give a fuck about your feelings
Fuck I ain't seen you for a while been a minute
Look at where i was, where i'm now big difference
Big tipper
Big spender, Le Goldmane
Just another soul pushing the agenda
I was outside, lookin in
I was hungry lookin at the food they eating bitch
Will they ever let me have a piece?
You ain't fucking pushing shit
Need a piece at least
Speaking cryptic codes
I been dodging every lease
That's why i'm still over here
And they fucking the priest
Yeh, yeh, But where they at tho?
Pill popping for they breakfast in they sandals
Like a pyramid scheme causing scandals
You want cash gotta sacrafice your mental
You want cash gotta sacrafice your mental
You want cash gotta sacrafice your mental
You ain't want to?
You ain't want to?
You want cash gotta sacrafice your mental
You want cash gotta sacrafice your mental
You ain't want to?
You ain't want to?
Fuck that shit was tough when I was leaving
Baby couple months and I promise you gone see me
Nowadays i'm living for the weekend
Drowning my emotions on the calendar of seasons
Light at the end of every tunnel
Will I get there by shoveling beers up in a funnel
Fundamentally I took apart my fuckin jungle
Just so I could see you smile
With your reflection on the puddle
Ye ye. but where you at tho?
I been at the airport and i'm counting all the planes
You know Le Goldmane just ain't a man that's easily tamed
Bout some fuckin time that something in my life has changed
I was never comfortable with staying in one place
This what home feels like
I don't want this shit to end
I don't want this shit to end