Silver Over Gold - IYAMAH

Air pollution fills my lungs

Look at who I have become

Lost my shine like a city sun

Mister blue and mister gray

All my seas are chocolate daze

Since I moved away

Dreamed of my songs on the radio

But I ain’t that yet got a way to go

And now I’m missing home

I left the back way call a stereo

Pack up my suitcase and hit the road

All alone

Mama taught me what I know

She said life is hard if truth be told

You don’t always get the things you’re owed

That’s why I wear silver over gold

I swear the ocean’s never cold

When you’re only six years old

My feet in if they feel the stones

Feet go in they feel at home

Now home is just a little boring

I carry it while I

Dreamed of my songs on the radio

But I ain’t that yet got a way to go

And now I’m missing home

I left the back way call a stereo

Pack up my suitcase and hit the road

All alone

Mama taught me what I know

She said life is hard if truth be told

You don’t always get the things you’re owed

That’s why I wear silver over gold