the tip of your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are luck We are ]fate We are the feeling you get in the golden state
don't want to fuck the Cleveland bosses, Cleveland bosses We done way past gold Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it Go look at the stats, can'
tip o' your tongue We are tangled We are stolen We are buried up to our necks in sand We are love, we are fate We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
