Fool for Gold

I spitball 'til i hit walls, I risked all
Got addicted then kicked it now withdrawals
Not talking about ATMs
I chase dragons made of paper but they ain't pretend
Yeah, there's a bit of hustle in my blood
I've learned to come up with the buck from doing something that I love
But trying to be a master of my craft
I took something that I loved and put a dagger in its back

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home

In the blink of an eye
The branches on this family tree reach to the sky
I preach to the choir trying to breach the divide
I guess I'll catch up on my sleep when I die
But miss me with me condolences no days are dark
I pull these crumpled up ones out the mason jar
Trying to sprinkle them on the things that break my heart
Remember the edge of the coin is razor sharp

I sing for the rich and cheapen my gift
As soon as I finish a few of these things on my list
I'ma have more time to be with my kids
Time and money are the same thing, but neither exist
I leave home, go from casinos to cathedrals
Yeah, I've seen all that filth
Put lives on my blade, put ink on my quill
Is this high that I chase a placebo or real?

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home

I am a fool for gold
Don't want to lose my ghost, ay
For the life of me
I just can't seem to get home