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