Common Gold Lyrics

The Dreamer / The Believer Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Dreamer
  • 2 Ghetto Dreams
  • 3 Blue Sky
  • 4 Sweet
  • 5 Gold
  • 6 Lovin’ I Lost
  • 7 Raw (How You Like It)
  • 8 Cloth
  • 9 Celebrate
  • 10 Windows
  • 11 The Believer
  • 12 Pops Belief
  • So we made it to this same end of the road
    And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold
    How I made it out with my soul

    Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
    These are adventures of young black millionaires
    I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
    The smell of success, I want y'all to get a whiff of this
    On the move like black slaves through the wilderness
    I write it, and still get invited to white Christmases
    When I was born, three wise men came to visit us
    One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner
    They cracked the bottle then started giving gifts
    You from Chicago, we want you to deliver this
    Show the walking dead who the true and living is
    Separate the fake from who the real reals is
    Hot tub time machine, back to the Sybaris
    Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
    Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook endings
    I guess it's my addiction to women
    I was in France, in to see Hennessy blending
    Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
    Now it's new beginnings like a born again Christian
    On the mic, victorious, story is redemption

    I'm sitting at the top, I'm not alone
    I'm standing here with my soul

    Feed our souls with two fish and five loaves
    Teach a man to cook it for survival
    My dad said it rained on my arrival
    Now a storm of the brain make these guys drive slow
    Like I was 5-0, but my creed's Apollo
    On the rock and roll with the coldest live show
    For those before I came, I made the song cry for 'em
    Lyrical gymnast, you set the bar low
    This is the Kilimandjaro, like Twitter you can follow
    It may be hard to read like hieroglyphics
    Written on the walls of Cairo, check my youth revival
    Truth inside flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
    Crash parties, any live yo
    Is libel to get banged like things that rival tribal slang
    From the pride we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
    Ali MC, I fight for more than the title
    Your idol

    So we made it to this same end of the road
    And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold
    How I made it out with my soul

    Written by: Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Wilson, James Fauntleroy, Larry Jr Graham
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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