Darker times

Darker times
 They’re telling boulder heavy lies
 Looks like all we’ve got is each other
 The truth is obsolete
 Remember when all I had was my mother
 She didn’t compromise
 She could recognize
 Voodoo
 Our daughters and our sons
 Are just candles in the sun
 Voodoo
 Don’t let him see divide
 Don’t you let her see divide
 Voodoo
 She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
 He’s got the whole wide world in his pants
 He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
 Then put the whole wide world on her hands
 She’s got the whole wide world in her hands
 He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

There's somethin' about you
 I can't believe I'm even talking to you, tellin' you this right now
 You're special
 I wish you could see what I see

She peels an orange for us in the morning
 She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children talk of ballin'
 Like wildcats running on the grass, hey

You're a girl on this island
 I'm a boy from America
 My flight leaves tonight, but I don't think I'm going backwards
 I won't be going backwards

 [Hook]
You're my golden girl
 You're the one I've chosen girl
You're 24k
You make it bright when it's grey
 You're my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
You're 24k (Girl)
But the sky's never grey (Never grey)

Silent moments, meditative poses
 You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing through the forest
 Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path

I'm my best on this island
 I'm a mess in America
My flight left last night, but I know I'm not going back home, yeah
 I'm not going back home, no

 [Hook]

If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven
I'mma stay right here with you
 Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my girl

 [Hook]

[Tyler, The Creator]

Um, you're my G-O L-E-N G-I R-L
 And that's for the females that can't spell, but
 Thanks for [bad word] with me
You turn my dark into light, you're like a bucket of bleach
You see, I want you to know that
My negatives at home aren't working for my Kodak
So that means that I don't want to go back
Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
 Hand of yours, girl I'm a wreck in America
Your face is the best cause it's the same color as the lace on my neck
And you're golden, uh, your eyes open, [bad word] it
Let's toast and listen to Michael Bolton
 I free-fall off the hill again
Let's see where I land, I'm like Gilligan
 Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring
I'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green