Pearlynn Queen - Golden (County Lines)

Well, I heard you were headed out west
To disappear from the slight six-pack blues
I felt mine
While I fantasized
For one last kiss on New Year's
I wrote the script, just read the lines
Mama taunts me, oh, with broken fame
Like last semester, the first cigarette's to blame
You forgot to have your, have your taste
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Could you poke at my left hip
I feel the strain
Another gawk at the heart
Trying to leave a trace
You never left a breath around here
And I'll probably do the same
Oh, oh
But golden she sung
It always came across as lame
Hiding behind the reruns
Begging his only son
Don't forget you were loved
Could you poke at my left hip
I feel the strain
Another gawk at the heart
Trying to leave a trace
But they don't give a fuck around here
Always rooting for the end of days
Golden
Golden
Golden
Oh, so golden
So golden
Oh, golden
Oh, golden
Oh, golden
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We just had the most beautiful conversation
About fruits
And which god you jerk off

Written by:
John Oglesby

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