Whistling cause it just got silent
Where should we go from here?
Sitting on a maple park bench
Staring at the winking moon
It’s insinuating that it’s time for us to harmonize
I ain’t even gonna front
I ain’t even gonna lie
It’s glow makes your skin look gold
Boy you look so fine
Stars dancing to our impromptu show
Stars playing hide and seek
You’re my golden Boy
Though I play it coy
You’re my Golden Boy
(Whistling)
I linger to the accidental caress of those dangerous fists
Nobody badder than you in the ring
Somebody waiting to see
What else those hands can do
That somebody maybe me
I want to be the one that warms you up when you’re cold
Let’s grow old together but it seems like the time is now
To go in for the kill
Sweet surrender you felt it too
You’re my Golden Boy
Though I play it coy
You’re my Golden Boy
credits
from Counterculturally Black,
released November 25, 2020
Written by Coretta S. L. Monk & produced by Marvin Dominquez
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