1 is for my heart when you led me on
2 of us
3 times I lied
4 you
5 thousand dollars under your mattress
6 is for the shots in the dark
7 deadly sins
8 away my soul for you
9 thousand dollars stashed in your attic
And you tried to tell me money doesn’t matter?
Your kisses are codeine and chemical
I never knew a love like this - that's true
Where's my fucking money? Has it been cashed in?
Your touches are morphine and methadrol
So put me in my grave and let my body wash through
I know you've got my money. I know you've got it.
When you said you loved me, did that really matter?
We fuss and fight ‘till the cocaine’s found
Then fill ourselves up ‘till it’s all run down
Lining (lyin’ in) your grave with a thousand pounds
A cold headed queen with a purple scowl
A collection of 12 years of beats from Canadian producer Beatchild, this compilation offers warm, hazy sunshine in the dead of winter. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2021