Coco Smith - Golden Soul Lyrics

I'm an object of your love and affection
Please don't tell me no
Give me objects for my stimulation
I like to play, as you know
Is it serious? Is it chronic?
I don't wanna tend your illness anymore
Is this real to you? Am I stupid?
I don't wanna love you anymore
Let me go
Let me go
Your window's broken and the green that I landed in
Is frosted over from the snow
So you're with him, touched down in Alabama
Where life's a taller grass, an easy road
Am I one to talk? Am I sarcastic?
Hypocritical for wanting you to run
I'm not helpful, am I? Counterintuitive?
Bring you hot water while you're reaching for the sun?
Golden soul
Golden soul
Golden soul
Golden soul