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Golden ticket

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Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Oh that's old dude with a music hobby

Rock old shoes cause he use them prolly

That's all cool 'cause he's moving Oxy

Stats all prove he was choosing wisely (okay)

Who the old G screaming Mazel Tov? (Oh)

And crew and whole team go hoorah hoorah (yeah)

Luther owed me from my office job

Now I'm all king and I'm bossing up

Like black sax bandit trap house candids

Look like sound like sound like glist like branded

Oops I mean glisten shine is the mission

I'm the adios peace prize if you listen

Black Willy Wonka act silly (uh huh)

Cats with me actually trap 'til the sun up

Back to me run up, actually quit it

This gift of melody's my golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Melodies sugar brown Hennessy

Wave it 'round let me see

Motown envy me

Livin in the thoughts, rhythm and the force

Golden stay on point while I'm getting it across

Wisdom of the source for the vision as it course

Passion like he who's risen from the cross

Colors of humane rushing through the pain

The times I was lost had so much to gain

Rapping through the rain if you black and entertainment

It's meant for more than just fame

I came in the door to knock down doors, and open up doors

The hood folklore

I spoke raw to president of companies

Reality confronted me

Suddenly I knew what to say (knew what to say)

Found my spot and blew up the day

The sound of the horns leaving souls reborn

This golden ticket could never be torn, we on

(The sound of the horns leaving souls reborn)

(This golden ticket could never be torn, we on)

(Souls reborn)

(This golden ticket could never be torn)

(The sound of the horns leaving souls reborn)

(This golden ticket could never be torn)

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Golden ticket

Melodies sugar brown Hennessy

Wave it 'round let me see

Motown envy, 'Town envy me

You just gonna disrespect mine, just don't even try

You don't even deserve

You don't even deserve the opportunity to f**k it up

Golden Ticket de Brasstracks – Letras & Covers