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Golden Suit

If I leave
In Budapest you’ll remember
Those days in the tent, that moonlight
Smoking till dawn, you won’t change
 
And I won’t change
Getting my head fucked up in a night club
Suffering might seem a bit fake
If you cure your tears at a rave party
 
White t-shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans
Don’t compare me to a bitch like that
Us alone on the jeep, that wasn’t enough
But I’m not good at chasing people down
 
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
We were dancing in the northern zone
When you called me bro
With flowers, flowers in my golden suit
You smoked half of them
I’ll get over it, I’ll remember
The black waistcoats full of sugar
I’m changing my number
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
 
Where’s the
Trust that’s gone dry?
It’s like air in the Sahara
You told me stories of people without ever saying the name, name, name
Like that friend of yours in prison, but
You gotta have some fucking personality to stay in the hood
If you leave tell me who’s going to comfort your mother
 
White t-shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans
Don’t compare me to a bitch like that
Us alone on the jeep, that wasn’t enough
But I’m not good at chasing people down
 
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
We were dancing in the northern zone
When you called me bro
With flowers, flowers in my golden suit
You smoked half of them
I’ll get over it, I’ll remember
The black waistcoats full of sugar
I’m changing my number
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
 
The offenses have done me good
When I got hit and cried outside of middle school
You told me “Go back to your own country”
You know I’ve got no resentment
Though dad’s going to ask me
To change my last name
 
We were dancing in the northern zone
When you called me bro
With flowers, flowers in my golden suit
You smoked half of them
I’ll get over it, I’ll remember
The black waistcoats full of sugar
I’m changing my number
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
 
Five cell phones in my golden, golden, golden, golden, golden suit
Five cell phones in my golden suit
Baby, I’m not calling you back
 
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Tuta gold

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