Lyrics:
Let's go!
Up and down.
Open and shut.
Tower Bridge in England.
Stores and shops,
side by side.
Ponte Vecchio in Italy.
Bridges from around the world,
Hold up now, girl
Didn't I meet you before somewhere?
Aren't you the girl from the Nike store
With the long red hair?
And didn't you say
You had
where memories store
A journey back in time
Where moments come alive
Through the corridors of history
My stories will survive
My stories will survive
In
sove men det fint nok
Stor adidas og store pupiller
Der' pelset på min ven og vi bli'r op
Hele natten blander xanax med smirnoff
På din insta har du
sells way more, we basically a store
Bought licenses for Moores, sell bath salts and the sort
My boy pulled up tucked, I ain't talking no glock
In
When she walked past the corner store, I said
"Hello, what's your name?", She said, "Tracy Donatello"
Long hair, tight jeans and stilettos
a pit.
The only reason for
This garbage bin on wheels
Is to get my ass to the store
So i can tray up meat and listen to the lifers
Bitch and moan
The only
you lightning?
A fireball perhaps
Or summon a swarm of locusts
And blast them straight up your ass
War - this is war
And what I have in store
Is Horror
and I know that you'll smoke every one
Cause you're the kind of girl who never gives it up
And we go down to the corner store
When you wanted something
mig lidt splittet her, de kalder det ensomhed
Jeg svinger mig fra gren til gren, jeg kan ikke komme ned
Når et fyr i det mørke lyser op
Den store by
the switcher
If you don't connect the dots we gon' line you up quicker
I stay five blocks down from my corner store
So when it's fire duck down if you don't want
You my dog, you can't runaway
Come get me
Imma put my foot on they necks 'til you wit' me
In that liquor store in the sky
Rolling backwoods, brother
know what's in store
I've never experienced this
I don't know what love is
It's such a sweet spirit
I'm used to that tough Shit
I'm used to that tough
the blow
And watch the sun
As it sets behind
The field of freedom (freedom)
So let's throw our heads together once more
I don't care what's in store for me
store mental memory's where I store it
Girls react like I hit the genetic lottery
Blunts we hit left us like italics. Leaning properly
Her legs split
skjønte han va'kke store biten
Så var han dog en liten mann
Han hadde mørke brune øyne
Og håret var så svart som kull
Han lå og skrek det første døgnet
Men
At my convenience store
Drinkin' my IPA
Wonderin' if you thinkin bout
The same thing as me
I'm at my Convenience store
Drinkin' my IPA
Wonderin' if
outside or what
The liquor store's still open, let's get it
Okay
What
We back to this though
We just vibin' out
broken plans at our core
We're men with broken hands
Men with broken plans and it seems I'm not in store
I chased it and chased it
And the signs
I saw em' go in the car with 5-o so I go runnin'
I store hundreds under mattresses
Like Mr. Krabs bitch its baffling
Like Mr.
Like Mr. Krabs bitch
And you can donate a penny to my future pension.
We've got big retail chain
Front-of-store displays,
But just remember:
It's three grand for a half-page ad,
Cheapest bottle in our hands
From the liquor store
From the liquor store
And later, the morning breeze
Made me remember
What I've tried to numb
What I've
want smoke in there parking lot
We in the store and you know that we drop a lot
Came from stealing now we cop a lot
Bouncing that ass and she teasing my
Always feel like
Like you need some more
You been workin all night
Closin down the store
This doesn't feel right
Like you need some more
And you
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