Basements in Hollywood x Basement Saints (Mashup)

[singer A] Back door Black stamp Red RENT sign on the ramp Load-in through the kitchen Grease smoke Half ambition [melodic interlude] [singer B] Red plastic cups String lights buzz Boots on concrete We turn to dust [singer A] This that basements in Hollywood Duct tape dreams still sounding good If you know Then you know We flood Whole block shaking from the neighborhood [singer B] We are the basement saints Drunk on the dark and strange Sweat, smoke, sugar, shame (oh, we like it that way) [singer A] Mic smells like an ashtray Still we pass it like it’s Champagne Tattoo gun in the hall Somebody painting on the wall [singer B] You read your poem Off a crumpled receipt About dead houseplants And your dirty streak [instrumental] [singer A] Underground halos Cheap perfume Legends start in the laundry room Basements in Hollywood Basements in Hollywood (hey!) [singer B] Halo of static hair Black lipstick, country stare Kissing our crooked pain We are the basement saints [singer A] No guest list Just a group chat Miss the text Then you miss that Five-song set Two get cut Still scream every word from the gut [singer B] Dirty boots, dirty mind, dirty laugh in my ear You say “bless me, father” then you drag me downstairs You got skulls on your nails, glitter cross on your chest Saying “sin with your mouth, but forgive with your breath” [singer A] This that basements in Hollywood Duct tape dreams still sounding good If you know Then you know We flood [singer B] We are the basement saints Drunk on the dark and strange Sweat, smoke, sugar, shame (oh, we like it that way) We are the basement saints