Fool’s Gold

I'm at your house You're on the couch I'm in the kitchen Boy you never listen Ain't you tired of taking Coz I'm tired of giving My jaw is aching Don't you know You could just pick me a rose Share some chips And dip our toes I don't need no fancy clothes You could teach me how to roll Share your bacci and your crow I don't need no Belaire Rose It don't mean shit If you don't kiss my lips babe It don't mean shit If you won't hold my hips babe All of the gold quilts and patterns Diamonds and platters The selfies don't matter Our love's in the casket Our love is hazard Our love's in a casket Yea I'm in your bed You're in my hеad I had some things to say But you told me to drop it Like you always do Wеll I'm just being honest It don't take much at all Don't you know You could just pick me a rose Share your chips And dip our toes I don't need no fancy clothes You could teach me how to roll Share your bacci and your crow I don't need Don Julio It don't mean shit If you don't kiss my lips babe It don't mean shit If you won't hold my hips babe All of the gold quilts and patterns Diamonds and platters The selfies don't matter Our love's in the casket Our love is hazard