In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
I might be flexing now but you know I be rhyming
I'm designing while i'm trying to keep on finding the flow
Gone off the gas
You gone be sleep on the floor
While police knock on the door
Face gone be whiter than snow
I am not stooping too low
I'm just protecting my own
While just expecting the dough
While you spend all of that dough, on nothing but all that blow
You dropped a track I'll say "so"
What's all that rainbow to gold
How many times have I told, that all you played out and old
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Interlude to an outcast
Mr.Reaper ain't putting out trash
Any MC is who I'll pass
If we smoking then I'll pass
While you hella shitty like a fowl task
I'm organized like a file cab
I'll bomb this shit like Pearl Harbor and rob wherever your pearls harbor
You can catch this fade from your own barber
I've been working hard like a broke farmer
I'm killing rappers like Jeffrey Dahmer, and i'm low key like a stealth bomber
Goddamn
I'm the man
Wrote these lines like I got a plan.
Started my art up in a band
Now I'm counting up, all these bands
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Y'all don't mean shit to me
Yo weak diss ain't hitting me
We decorated like a Christmas tree
Cause you ain't funny like a shitty meme
If you start crying it's a pity scene
While I chill back like a witty fiend
Imma smoke out with some Cali green
Damn
Making tragedies, I know it's sad to see you call me something like majesty
But actually, I be dastardly and their ain't gonna be one passing me
Grab your seat belt and start fastening
Cause i'm dissing like No Vaseline
I can kill this sport, no practicing
So there ain't no point in battling
Goddamn
With this mic up in my hand
All you hating motherfuckers prolly be my stans
When I fucking make it I ain't gonna throw no bands
Cause I've been abandoned but still standing while i'm withstanding
While i'm still handing out real bars so they be canon
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
I might be flexing now but you know I be rhyming
I'm designing while i'm trying to keep on finding the flow
Gone off the gas
You gone be sleep on the floor
While police knock on the door
Face gone be whiter than snow
I am not stooping too low
I'm just protecting my own
While just expecting the dough
While you spend all of that dough, on nothing but all that blow
You dropped a track I'll say "so"
What's all that rainbow to gold
How many times have I told, that all you played out and old
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Interlude to an outcast
Mr.Reaper ain't putting out trash
Any MC is who I'll pass
If we smoking then I'll pass
While you hella shitty like a fowl task
I'm organized like a file cab
I'll bomb this shit like Pearl Harbor and rob wherever your pearls harbor
You can catch this fade from your own barber
I've been working hard like a broke farmer
I'm killing rappers like Jeffrey Dahmer, and i'm low key like a stealth bomber
Goddamn
I'm the man
Wrote these lines like I got a plan.
Started my art up in a band
Now I'm counting up, all these bands
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Y'all don't mean shit to me
Yo weak diss ain't hitting me
We decorated like a Christmas tree
Cause you ain't funny like a shitty meme
If you start crying it's a pity scene
While I chill back like a witty fiend
Imma smoke out with some Cali green
Damn
Making tragedies, I know it's sad to see you call me something like majesty
But actually, I be dastardly and their ain't gonna be one passing me
Grab your seat belt and start fastening
Cause i'm dissing like No Vaseline
I can kill this sport, no practicing
So there ain't no point in battling
Goddamn
With this mic up in my hand
All you hating motherfuckers prolly be my stans
When I fucking make it I ain't gonna throw no bands
Cause I've been abandoned but still standing while i'm withstanding
While i'm still handing out real bars so they be canon
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
All these bad bitches wonder how I got my name
Gold up on my wrist
Gold up on my chain
I might be flexing now but i'm just playing games
Lyrics submitted by hundredskies, edited by nagitokomaedaa
Gold Lyrics as written by Dylan Painter
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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