Michael Incognito - Golden Boy

Golden boy with the silver tongue
He's the one gonna get it done
Cheek to cheek, chosen family
He takes his seat, he claims his legacy

Everything feels so hot (hot)
Playing with a loaded shot (cocked)
Everything you once thought goes out the window

Pop goes the weasel
Burn it down with diesel
Oh that boy's a handful
But he's on a roll

Golden boy
Golden boy
Golden boy
There goes that golden boy

Pray for your sins
The devils got a grin
He's reaching out his hand and he's asking you to dance

One
Two
He's got his eyes on you
Three
Four
My man is at the door

And he smells like checks and tastes like sex
His words are short but they're dangerous
His midas touch, that velvet voice
And there I was his golden boy

Golden boy
Golden boy
Golden boy
There goes that golden boy
Golden boy
Golden boy
Bye bye my golden boy

Written by:
Michael Nitting

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