Lyrics:
Eyes and ears and curtains closing
They lie on their sides
Casualties of retail
back then the earth was green
Dirt was black and the air/water was clean
[Chorus (2 times)]
I'm so sick with this microphone I feel ill
Like I got 30 different people wanting shit like I was retail
I'm done giving favors
you for names don't you dare to say mine
Say word, I hear ads tellin me to join the retail-revolution, fuck that I stick to boastin
All my way out
time I fuckin' speak, they're like "Who abused you?"
Yeah, retail therapy, shoppin' 'round with Emily, and she want new shoes
Let me not lie, yeah
wake up in the morning go to wet and wild
And then I went to retail
I about quit every week ask me nigga
It was days we didn't speak
It was days I didn't
the scoop to get they mans
Bring me details
A hypebeast, I paid ten instead of retail
Run up they block, 40 in hand like I'm Ezal
GT 63, Rollie cost
muori solo, l'unica regola valida
Su una Vlone retail a centoquaranta
Scatto cento metri, scarto quello che non serve
Io di schiaffi non ne prendo, ho
Parking garage, Molly, retail, micropolitan
Private property, killing point, agenda
Arms, body, legs, flesh, skin, bone, sinew
Good luck
Arms, body,
of the cold
Live your life through eyes of gold
Empty your pockets, empty your soul, sell anything that can be sold
Retail therapy makes me fucking feel
Ja, ja, ja, sitz' im PJ
Fünfzig K für Chrome Hearts, meine Bitch, ja, sie hat B-Day
Audemars Piguet an meinem Wrist, ich zahl' nur Retail
Alex
J's za retail
Jsem zarytej odpůrce wannabe hypebeasťáků, který nabízej svý smradlavý boty na check, check
Říkaj mi Papi, ale nikomu z nich já nedělám
never fuck a artist (artist)
I ain't get it retail, but I charge it (charge it)
With the bricks resale, it's a bargain (bargain)
Beezo got birds for
donde vivo los rifle' derriten
Og como sneaker en retail
Bitch, please, pa' que porfi y te quite'
Que si te paso po' él lao' con el combo
Na' má' con
cuenta de beatstars
la tienen caliente
dinero de la red
telaraña
se queda pegado (gooey)
le den al retail
que ya desde el high
lo tenía to pagado
y quizá
call me Scrilla
I'm all alone
I ain't got no family or a bitch
And my demons been kicking ass
But I been warring with 'em
Retail therapy, I need that
a hundred grand
I'm on real boss shit, need a real boss bitch
FICO 800 we just sign on shit and pull off
I retail merchandise
I really been in this game
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