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lyrics
all nite, all day, my mind, it prays
Of Gold
all day, all nite, my mind, it fights
My Soul
I've got it bad, I've got it so bad
I don't know what to do
I've got it bad, I've got it so, so bad
and it's because of You
now don't make me the one who has to figure it all out
now let me kiss that tongue that rests inside your pretty mouth
I've got it bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
but it feels so good
Oh, now it's just too much to take
Oh, I can't stop I ain't got no breaks
Oh, dreamin' of the Love we'll make
You are Gold
I want You bad, I want You so bad
You already know
I want You bad, I want You so, so bad
but I'm just a gigolo
now I ain't got nobody around to call my own
and I'm so sad and lonely sittin' by the telephone
I want You bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
is that understood
Oh, now it's just too much to take
Oh, I can't stop I ain't got no breaks
Oh, dreamin' of the Love we'll make
You are Gold
all nite, all day, my mind, it prays
Of Gold
all day, all nite, my mind, it fights
My Soul
Of Gold, Of Gold, Of Gold, Of Gold
You Are Gold
You Are Gold
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don't You mind people grinnin' 'In Yer Face,' kick it...
it's a fuck You type of thing, let's the bells ring
burn down the church and We start to sing
hallelujah, can You feel the Music? well now, do Ya?
pull through Ya, I glue Ya to the page
flavorful lyrics oregano and sage
full of pent of rage, dancin' on the stage
tired of bein' locked up so I busted out my cage
now I rome the country, rhymes so crunchy
turn anyone who crosses my path to lunch meat
go ahead punch me have your fist bounce off a skull so thick
You might as well stick
to givin' your nose a pick
'Cadies I'll punch You in your dick
Ladies I'll give your face a lick
maybe I'll suck your blood like I'm a
tic-tac-toe vampires in a row
kill twilight and I might run naked through the snow
genitals dangle, Mr. Bojangles, cowboys wrangled, I just strangled
the newfangled awkward angled clipped wing angel
my thoughts are tangled
star spangled, burnin' before my eyes
banner yet wave, 50 star slave
convex and concave that's how the game's played
boom goes the bomb
air raid
don't You mind people grinning in your face
crusin' down the street in my jalopy
makin' out with girls, well You know it's kind of sloppy
Yes my wiener is very very floppy
when I'm in the desert of the Mojave
I'm a dude, you're a dude, let's all get nude
and kick it to the Funky ass beats don't be rude
I'm done
bring the beat back
do You feel that?
LOVE
what do We want?
LOVE
what do We need?
LOVE
and what are We going to get?
LOVE
that's right, 'cause We work hard for it
LOVE
and they may not give it to us freely
LOVE
so You know what that means, We're gonna have to take it
LOVE
and distribute it all across our Counterfeit Paradise
LOVE
GIVE LOVE, WANT LOVE, DO LOVE, BE
LOVE
credits
from Counterfeit Paradise,
released July 25, 2015
written, produced, and performed by D'Amato
engineered by Maurice 'Moses' Pelman
mastered by Dan Frankel
