SONGJU – Goldenrod (feat. JR SPECS) Lyrics

I see red in the sunlight baby
I need somewhere to go
Tick tock tick on the watch face, baby
Can't help my eyes goin, low
Two four eight and a 16, skip to my Lou, in the alleyway
Old friends acting brand new since a better day
You don't really want shit to do with me anyway, aye

Hangin my hat on this hard work
Turn it to artwork, had to make it sound chiller than soft serve
Goldeneye, golden rods and cones
Golden dreams, I'll be makin all this gold with lots of flows
Gotta go
Strange urges to return home in silence
And never try shit
And have a son in my likeness
And talk about this music like an old head, one bum knee away from the league
I hate accepting defeat
But victory's never cheap
Rain drops drumming on the roof by my stoop
Are you fighting for this shit with your nail and your tooth
Or are you making peace with the failures, excuses, and never getting hopes up
Stay commiserating with some kids that stay doped up
They say to live every day like it's your last
But you wake up every day and treat today like it's the past
I think you're seeing crooked when you're looking through your glass, like yeah

I see red in the sunlight baby
I need somewhere to go
Tick tock tick on the watch face, baby
Can't help my eyes goin, low
Two four eight and a 16, skip to my Lou, in the alleyway
Old friends acting brand new since a better day
You don't really want shit to do with me anyway, aye

I said you don't really want shit to do with me anyway
F*ck that, gotta smoke beats like a pack a day
Tip toes tip like its sugar plums dancing
Hear the pin drop while I hold shit for ransom
You don't really want shit to do with me anyway
That's a damn shame cuz I'm feeling real fresh today
And I just want the same, for you and yours, forevermore
Got no time, so keep it short, like dresser drawer
And bounce out
Yeah I'm from that north, but it's hot as if it's down south
The blunt is on his lips, somehow he still got a loud mouth
I'm super fuckin dope, you got me, I'm really found out
I stay up the mic just kickin shit like a roundhouse
I stay up in that lab, like Tony I need a miss Potts
I never gave a f*ck about a wristwatch
but I need reminding that every second is numbered
Switch gears, quit acting like a buster
Go getcha, own

I see red in the sunlight baby
I need somewhere to go
Tick tock tick on the watch face, baby
Can't help my eyes goin, low
Two four eight and a 16, skip to my Lou, in the alleyway
Old friends acting brand new since a better day
You don't really want shit to do with me anyway, aye