Gold Chains (Remix)

When it looks so gold,

But its feels so cold inside these chains,

When it looks so gold,

But its feels so cold inside these chains

I hope the stress don't kill me,

They chip away my heart, expect a coin to fill me,

Oh man, my joy so filthy,

I pray to sumn I'm still me,

But boy these demons gleamin,

Scheming, preaching leave them,

We'll deceive him, he's believing, say we're on his team then,

But I've been bleeding, wounds have deepened when I chained my freedom, reason weakened, beaten,

Ripping curls like im ****ing Keenan,

They think I'm beaming, I'm the beacon of the young and decent,

When I'm in this shell committing treason,

You see the truth is that I'm often blue,

So many cracks in the ceiling, I tried to mend them with glue,

What a profession, sleep in sessions, curse or blessings, need refreshing, see progression cause I beat depression,

They throwing pills like m&ms and I'm hoping they dont relapse,

On stage, the crowd yelling, don't get lost in feedback,

My boo said I should take it slow, wish I could heed that,

Without the burning of a ****in greenback

When it looks so gold,

But its feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

I do this and I do that,

On call from sun till moon crack,

My phone can never go flat,

Who knows where else my work at,

I miss this and I miss that,

Birthdays, first steps and gift wraps,

Hope I dont miss my first dance,

Somebody put me in the circus, I'm the world's best juggler,

Only two hands, pretend that it don't **** with my jugular, I'm a new man,

While praying that my music will bubble up, this my Truman,

Show will rock the boat, I'm still subtler, where's the movement,

I fight for my existence,

Brick wall with my persistence,

I hate to say I play russian roulette with my resistance,

Play it void of all assistance,

My life, my love, my business,

A goon playing charades inside the face of corporate systems,

I sanitised organic ties for my arise in modern times,

I can't deny internal lies in hopes that I'd be televised,

I sacrifice a gentle life for goals that leave me terrified,

But pray this doesn't lead to my demise

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold,

But it feels so cold inside these chains

Gold, cold, chains

When it looks so gold but it feels so cold, so cold, so cold