Heroin from Heroin by Benjamin Berkhout

Rust on a car door in the gloom of an alleyway
A deeper fuck than anything you've laid
I'm reaching fever pitch at a rapid rate
You're smooth like a menthol, filling my brain

The rats smell like treason
The odor takes control
And Satan grabs ahold of your soul
And then he moves you like

Heroin through the blood
And then he moves you like
A caravan through the mud

No need to explain, baby
I know why you're upset
It's cause I stole one of your mama's cigarettes
I'm doing what's against my better interests
I'm always taking more when what I need is less

The rats smell like treason
The odor takes control
And Satan grabs ahold of your soul
And then he moves you like

Rats smell like treason
The odor takes control
And Satan grabs ahold of your soul
And then he moves you like

Heroin through the blood
And then he moves you like
A caravan through the mud
And then he moves you like
Heroin through the blood
And then he moves you like
A caravan through the mud
And then he moves you like

• R&B/Soul
• pop
• Enfield