Gold on My Brain

Intro

(uh, ayy) Lake Buckhorn, Villa Rica, GA

Gold on my fingers, gold on my brain

(heh, ayy)

Verse

I was walking down the dock, cans rattling in my coat

Spray hissed like a snake, painted sunrise on a boat

Colors crawling up the sky, saw my name in the foam

Swerv in the reflection, but I felt so alone

Mind playing tricks, every line blurred into gold

Laughing at the moon like it was bribed and bought and sold

They say I'm dangerous, they say I move in silence

Talk goes round the barbershop, moves like violent science

I chased the shimmer, bottles clinking in the grass

The world was bending slow while the city passed

Feet in the water, paint on my face, oh-oh

Lake Buckhorn held my secrets soft and low

Pre-chorus

Rumor has it, rumor has it, they say a lot

Some nights are truth, some nights are bought

I don't swear on names I can't prove

But the town keeps talking, keeps the groove

(yeah) They keep the groove

Chorus

Gold on my hands, gold on my brain (gold on my brain)

Hallucinating colors, but I'm standing in the rain (standing in the rain)

They say he's a hitman, they say he's the one (they say)

Rumor has it, under that Villa Rica sun

Gold on my hands, gold on my brain (gold on my brain)

Lake Buckhorn watching, watching me remain (watching)

They say he's a hitman, they say he's the one (they say)

Maybe I'm a ghost, maybe I'm a son

Verse

Neighbors point fingers like they point at clouds

Old men on porches talking slow and loud

Cornbread Mafia in the corners of the talk

Names ricochet like bottles when the runaways walk

I spray another line, semicolons of light

My breath is a painting, every exhale a fight

Kids on the cove call me legend and liar

I feed both flames until the night's entire

They pass around theories like they pass the time

Every rumor a rhythm, every song a crime

But I'm just a man with a can and a scar

Sleeping under stars that look like cheap guitar

Pre-chorus

They say this, they say that, don't tie me down

Rumor wraps the town like a velvet crown

You can hear it in the hush before the dawn

You can see it where the paint and water bond

(ah-ah) where they bond

Chorus

Gold on my hands, gold on my brain (gold on my brain)

Hallucinating colors, but I'm standing in the rain (standing in the rain)

They say he's a hitman, they say he's the one (they say)

Rumor has it, under that Villa Rica sun

Gold on my hands, gold on my brain (gold on my brain)

Lake Buckhorn watching, watching me remain (watching)

They say he's a hitman, they say he's the one (they say)

Maybe I'm a ghost, maybe I'm a son

Bridge

(ahh) Spray cans singing, ta-ta-touch the night

Skrrt of a motor, somebody's out of sight

I wear the rumors like a jacket on my spine

Warm and heavy, borrowed by design

Who gets to say what a man becomes?

Who gets to carve songs out of gossip drums?

Let the paint settle, let the lake keep score

If I'm a legend, I'm