Gold Dust Lyrics

Yeah, Inside the house I feel like a prince

Outside the house I feel like a king

Living my dreams, what they mean when they talk about the lines in between (what?)

Can't be too intense on them I'm way too mean

Everyday I'm in my head and I want to scream

Gold Dust, Gold Dust, Gold Dust

What's the point to flex

When people out here that got less

I know I got next

They keep tryna copy how I dress

Born deaf but they obsessed cause I'm nothing like the rest

They got more questions than the press, why?

Phones got more eyes and the books is history like Jedis

Where I go it get supernatrual

I tell more truths than the actual

Iris's and the flashes come from the dashes of my headlights

I skrt then I rest eyes

Dream

They think it's odd when a man looks good in pink

I got you awe, talking DEAP not DFAC

They stay ducking and looking back at the feed

Gold Dust, Gold Dust, Gold Dust

Reaching distances all they wanna do is stare

Taking small steps you would think I took the stairs

No I don't compare it's the thief of joy

Im in a higher frequency and we making noise

I dont take the poise, it hard to get employed

Freedom is my birthright I rather make that choice

Do you hear that?

Gold Dust Gold Dust

Yeah