Gold on My Ankles

Cold floors

Cold eyes

Heavy links

No ties (yeah)

Steel on my wrists from the courthouse

Steel on my neck from the payout

Chain from my plug, that’s a night’s rent

Chain from my mom, that’s the basement

I remember that bus seat, all plastic

Now leather in the ride, still rattlin'

Still chew on the pain like bubble gum

Still hug on the block till my knuckles numb

Got these chains, but I walk like they feathers

Gold on my ankles, still light under pressure (yeah)

Weight on my chest, but it make me step better

I turn every link to a letter, to a letter (to a letter)

Got these chains, but I move how I wanna

Draggin' my past like it’s tied to the corner (skrrt)

Every little clink is a warning, a mantra

I turn every link to a comma, to a comma

Some chains shine, some chains cut

Some chains names, some chains rust

Uncle had cuffs, never had charms

Same cold touch on a different arm

Got hits in the cloud, got scars in the file

Got fear in my gut, got grin on my smile

If they pull up, I don’t freeze, I remember

Who held me in summer, who left in December (facts)

Got these chains, but I walk like they feathers

Gold on my ankles, still light under pressure (pressure)

Weight on my chest, but it make me step better

I turn every link to a letter, to a letter (yeah)

Got these chains, but I move how I wanna

Draggin' my past like it’s tied to the corner

Every little clink is a warning, a mantra

I turn every link to a comma, to a comma (to a comma)