Fool’s Gold Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I once played the fool at a DOOM show
Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows
Angry people threw 'bows and crushed a few toes
It was like a live production of the emperor’s new clothes
Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues
You get there and there’s just a few menus
A f*cking employee rocking a grin like a Cheschire Cat
And Im wearing a jester hat
Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack
Rap fans on the net are the f*cking biggest ones
Steady letting baby faces mark ‘em for hit and runs
A bunch of fool players
Learning new prayers
None of em showing you
How to be your own soothsaying oracle
At least take turns like a two-player portable
Play the mark or play the carney
Stay in the dark or host the party
Write the play or play in the park like a child, sh*t
I be watching soul school like an old fool
All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool
I’m from the Blowed, fool. Its also a pronoun
Bought the deed to some land in a south pole snow town

[Verse 2: Moka Only]
Fool me once,shame on you
Fool me twice, I'm lame..cats is nice with the game
In this record lane...NOT!
Still i manage to get strung along once I brung a song
To the tabletop and had it flop
Wasn't for the lack of opportunity knocking
Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking
Even paperwork don't seem to hold a lotta water
Never seeing sales reports
Or reports of my slaughter in retail land
Ive tried to expand
Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors
Never opening after initial work
Promoters holding out on the dough
I’m thinking this will work
Every time I sign on the line
At least try to flex optimism
And see the shine I get idle text
One of these days I may really wake up
But for now they keep fooling til my band break up and thats tough
[Verse 3: billy woods]
I booked the same room as our first date/relieved
Finally no need to lie about working late/nervously pace
Looking in the mirror/you look great
Easily ten years younger
I could be thirty-eight
Petals on the duvet I picture her face
After years of roses on nightstands
When I take her hand
And say you could be an honest woman
I’ll be your man
One finger to her lips [shhhhh]
Don’t say a word yet/champagne on ice ill take you away
From all of this/you don’t have to put on the red light
A single passionate kiss
That shows me you had the same knot in your chest
From years of wondering “maybe” and “what if”
It’s not that I don’t love my wife and kids but this is it
For happiness I’m waiting by the window like Malcolm X
Courtyard by Marriott/Room twenty-six

[Verse 4: E L U C I D]
Just as real as I imagined
Honeysuckle root all on my mattress
I want you forever if you asking
Infatuated visions in this blackness
Matchstick memory
Candlelight/Shadow play
Unfamiliar Energy/Welcoming
A fortnight since we last connected
Confessions
Otherworldly pleasures in your presence
Possess me/these sessions in succession
By the moon exhausted
Drain me baby awesome
Climax c*mulus
Union of like mind
Sidetracked illusions
Im not truly in right mind
Demon spawn polluted
Im consumed/a fool in denial
Night time intrusions
Concluded with deceitful smiles/waking hours
Eyes open on cold tile covered in sweat and bile
Doc shake his head look over my files
Long time sufferer asylum
Silence awaiting her arrival