Celloman - Trouble with Gold

I want money to live like a star
I want my fortune to take me far
I want riches, must have gold
I want the pages of my story told

Can I be saved before I get old?
This way of living is taking its toll
I can’t help myself, oh no
Cause I lost my Soul

Trouble with gold
Gets in your mind
Takes control
Don’t I now
Trouble with gold
Gets in your heart
Makes you cold
How I now
The trouble with gold

I want diamonds, best friend of a girl
I want power to move the world
For what I want, I will get
I have enough but I’m not done yet

So,

Peace is cheap, I need a war
I’ve got it all, but still need more
I want people on their knees
‘Till I own the land and rule all the seas

Can I be saved before I get old?
This way of living is taking its toll
I can’t help myself, oh no
Cause I lost my Soul

Trouble with gold
Gets in your mind
Takes control
Don’t I know
Trouble with gold
Gets in your heart
Makes you cold
How I know

Trouble with gold
Gets in your mind
Takes control
Don’t I know
Trouble with gold, yeah
Gets in your heart
Takes your Soul
How I know
Trouble with gold

Written by:
OROH ANGIAMA, IVAN HUSSEY

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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