Elli Ingram and Mahalia - 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 head
I had some things to say
But you told me to drop it
Like you always do
Well I’m just being honest
It don’t take much at all
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 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

Written by:
Aston Rudi Hardacre, Badriia Ines Bourelly, Elinor Constance Ingram, Felix Joseph, Mahalia Rose Burkmar

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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