Golden Brown (Neo Soul mix)

Ey, yo — Buster stepped up, turned it around Gold that's colder than a Yukon ground Blue's pup ready for the trophy, round Pound that hound to a golden brown Pound that hound to a golden brown. Buckle up young brothers. Sisters, too. Time to Shoot the long shots like a Hubble, and who got all the Snaps and clicks, pops, the kudos and mic drops With oodles of white hot celebrity tokens Broken: old bestie from the Barrymore bunks, and no "Marry me" trunks to unpack, no words spoken. A Token of the trauma with the duffel and tears Shuffling fears and fables and cables of kid cheers. Land in a lobby like I’m fresh off a plane Desk clerk lookin’ like “what’s your lane?” I say “Sizzlin,” she nods like she feels my pain ‘Cause I walk like a prophet with the ill disdain. I walk like a prophet and the future is clear, grab a Suture and steer all attention to the Beagle Eager to stem tide, raise up the vibe Bussie open up and spread the dark side. The kid stepped up, he turned it around, for Gold that's colder than a Yukon ground Blue's pup ready for the trophy, round Pound that hound to a golden brown We pound that hound to a golden brown A Globe in that ass make a howling sound.